Poetic Allusions · Un P'tit Je Ne Sais Quoi

The domineering esthetic title, — You. Like a page of love, — I. Hidden behind a chic chapeau, — You. Signing some pedantic love letters, — I. Tempted by temptation, — You. With orgasm on the lips, — astonishment is frenglishly clear…

mesmeric sparks of stellar dust fly all over whenever you smile making me want to be with you

i have seasoned your dreams, — taste me °.○ whatever is wrong with you, — disappears °.○ love redoubled your thoughts, — i'm complete

I've trained myself with your didactic material, enough to know as long as I can still fantasize, I'll fantasize with you, despite I'm forced to admit that sometimes I have nightmares. Some about you are not with me, and I am with you neither. But then, I'm okay... (once I realize you're here). ⋯ You are with me like a joy bestowed by a jewel, (sparkly in the dimness, irresistible in the light). You are a whisper on my cheek or a sneaky smile. You are the sequence cited in desire of my gaze, or a graphic artist who draws my bliss wrinkles. Desirably, you are everywhere. You are the time. ⋯ (a time living with a dream in words' simpleness)

I don't feel alone at all. I have a very faithful shadow. Poem of a summer lover nested in the song I listen to..

How can you tame a woman? Hmm. You can't. She is tamed only by one who's in her mind. So... Last night, I've couldn't sleep at all. Last night I lived not in some dreams, but in contemplation of a fancy-schmancy reality accompanied by a drink, a smile, and music which subtly and delicately played my Sonata

...i'm thinking on what you're thinking while our thoughts are dancing a tango through the graphic art of a kiss of fire

today my soul is a painter painting with intense ability the sounds of a dream that still exists somewhere and could be visualized at this moment in the mind of some who knows, i'm his girl... his first song [a tango blues]

something out of me looks for something out of you, somewhere in the realm of some certain kinds of dreams à la longueur d'onde de l'énergie d'amour

if you're already on a path without knowing where it leads, I'm gonna murmur to your ear, — you're already in my dreams the frisson is hidden in a smile, the febrile indecency it is a tender, sweetly delectation, you're lying in my bed, you're the metaphor of my being, you dream with me

Non, non, non, non‧‧‧, je ne regrette rien. Mais aujourd'hui, j'ai besoin de tes rêves. Je n'ai plus pas de poussière magique... – C'est une raison fondée à me demander si jamais viendra ce jour, quand tu, tu, tu vas regretter que nous ayons rencontré…

we're longing for love but we are so full of pride so damn too much pride

I'm gonna hide in a beautiful dream, wanna come over? I wanna fall asleep  sensing your smell... hold me tight...

Coffee, — some gentle caresses and a dream, that's still on my eyelashes, are trying to send me back to you... – murmuring tenderly, — oh beautiful, wake up, shine on! Be rose of the sun. Happiness waits for You. Invade it! So, I confirmed myself, blooming up, capturing the glow movement of love.

[good coffee] [smiles] [my favorite bloom] [you...] [and ice cream...] [with caramel] [to the sea...] [and the sun] [a few sonnets] [and good music] [butterflies in the stomach] [perfumed life...] good morning, Love

mornings' selfless substitute without coffee is the touch of your loving hand slipping smoothly under my moon's eyelid, just enough to escalate the finger of a moment gifted with the temper of an inimitable ambiance sweeten with rustles of my frisson, well-spiced by your daring kisses

I invented you in a dream,  but I forgot to whisper to you the direction to me.  Don't get lost. Go towards the light.  You got the power... I wait.

(don't blame on today but rather on any holly day) (don't judge me, for i can hear and talk in dialects of any demons, of fury, of sadness, of hell, of pain, of the madness, of the terrors, of sleepless hours, of the tears, of tortures, of darkness, and silences) (don't scold me, for i've felt my own blood, freezing and boiling simultaneously, or when i had and lost the pulse, gazing thru the eyes of disappointments) (don't insult me, for i know the taste of starvation, the scent of the thirst and the isolation), (do not...) wary, i propped myself on hopes' wall of a new day, i used the energy of my own agony to climb at life, i left my pain's music to guide me, accompany me, and to orchestrate with all my cicatrices, at victory there weren't any gods, weren't any saints, or devils, but people, anonymous kinds, wearing proud, suits of the indifference, cynicism, ignorance, arrogance… so, (don't blame me, don't judge me, don't scold me, do...

Every time I think of you rain with continents of smiles fenced in sweetest memories Every time I think of you, tacit your shadow undresses me making me the prettiest star Every time I think of you, I pick you to be the alien of my orbit that repudiates the longing's hex

the waking, — captivating thrills, ritual, — tenderly touches, addiction, — Mediterranean drops, hypnosis, — lips touching lips, morning's beauty, — joy, the kiss of good night, — passion, love's magnetism, — night and day you, wanting me, me, wanting you

fly above the clouds and you'll be sent in a dream with the story of a kiss snuggled on the stave free your mind to be caught in a forgotten realm… there, where more than once i've been yours for a song (so incognito…), — and i am still, with/without poetic ammunition or byes but with an inviting Salut shaping castles in your air

I will turn back in time to love you as if from fragile and unknown reasons, I didn't when I could have been doing it. So please try to change nothing of what you've been. The only taste which I can't get enough, it's yours. You're my longing and the ally of my greedy lust to live happier times.

would you like a strong coffee with two tiny teaspoons of truth slathered in a sublime sonority? well-well, all you heard about me, it might not be only the truth, but just a small part of what I did/do

put the love everywhere, on the food, everywhere, on the alcohol, — nourish and take care of yourself; put the love everywhere, on the smiles, everywhere, on the colors, everywhere, on the sounds, — surround yourself with all of these in your whole being; put the love everywhere, on any approach, everywhere, on the whispers, everywhere, on the caresses; put the love everywhere, on the physical elements, using the recommended dose; put the love everywhere, on the demons, (yours and those of others) — but apply the instructions; put the love everywhere, throughout the times, everywhere, throughout every second, everywhere, throughout every minute, hour, day, week, month, and year; put the love everywhere and above all... — but do not add an extra drop; could awaken fear… — that one, identified under the name — the silent one... ··································································

I have only one minute depends on you what could you do with it if I, be wrong, not so-so not too-too faultless I would if we'd be what if

I'm gonna love you until the end of the world and again no matter the time zones, no matter if it's gonna rain or if will be a shiny day, no matter of the aurora borealis or the eclipse of the moon or of the sun or if one of those will be partial or total or if it'll be sea's flows and ebbs. All my senses run thru the times without caring about minus and plus infinity for my thrills live respiring in you despite where you are or you'll be

even now, your thoughts give glitter to my air, scratching with free verses, some deeds, where once, we allowed us to paint strategically, our word with tints rooted in our  drive

I thought nobody will inspire me ever, — yet, you took me out of every bête noire. Now, I don't head anymore in bad routes for I rise without fading in hypersomnia (of space and time), (of water and dust).

I feel like a child who flees to his mother, complaining of disloyalty. I'm throwing my thoughts to the hazard again for the umpteenth time. (It's my way of fighting with this demon). Well, Dear Me, it passed six months since I've had this fight with this wretch. Almost three weeks since I had the surgery. Three days since came the test results. It brought me a smile. Now it remained one more frenglishly step. One more frenglishly step to can drink from the cup of victory. After all, I am a Champion. I know I will win this fight, even if I was never prepared for this game. Someday, I don't know when I will look back and admire the force with which I pass now through the fire. One day, I'm gonna laugh at this fire which now burns, evilly. I will Win. 🏆 I Know for Sure. 🥂🍾

I will read in your palm the future. It's enough to put your hand on the side of my heart, to hear my life's pulse, articulating your whispers, syllabified tenderly with my fingertips on your lips. Confused? You expected me to profess chiromancy? You forgot? I told you, — (remember I'm poetry) in today's music's intestines, using niche, — (high alert), camouflaged in your sigh, — (honey-babe, don't be late).

every single night, the moon, with its light, it's touching my skin, sculpting me, like that, in various forms 🌹 into lunar aesthetic is known as shadow

i said i'll wait for you, 'no matter how', hoping "no matter how", it will be shorter, sugar high

When suffering becomes such a natural symptom, your tears are not salty anymore, and your eyes no longer give a burning sensation. ⋯ Your best laughing transforms itself into the most discreet, almost invisible smile. ⋯ Your thoughts comport at will, tactfully. ⋯ People recognize you no more. ⋯ And most commonly, the isolation takes over your life's control. ⋯ It seems you only exist, with nobody feeling your existence. ⋯ From time to time, (very, very rarely), you might provoke inside someone a grimace of distaste, something felt like a cold numbness. ⋯ And maybe, because you look through memories so often, you're causing yourself the sensation as if those past events happened yesterday… (basically, you live as if you're in the age time of your twenties…‽ thirties…‽ forties…‽). ⋯ With all that, you're in all your mental faculties. You're watching for some who prefer to change your statute, even if you tell them that's nothing for them to worry about. ⋯ The me...

the obscurity of life kept me absent in a profound unwanted melancholy yet, your moods, into harvest moon,  succeeded to sail through me, serially, (title by title…), (edition by edition…), (one by one…), intensely murmuring, (inquiringly), at what hour do you rise to take me with you in your dreams but in a flash, (too timid and unnerved), my joy imagined itself we'll fly too high, and, till we'll reach the soil, it will be not quite enough time to tell you to tell me... (i love you)............................................ ............................................(i love you)

in my mind [you are] a passionate spark roving breathlessly in my heated blood to prove that I'm not, [not an easy love...] but which stirs you up for you're watching me, you watch me I dance dancing in your dream to love-me-to-death faithful like a wolf...

slightly damp, my mind sits cloaked in unbroken secrets, your mind sits patiently in poetries that waits you to read them with me hidden in your soul wrapped in stimulative melodies for our love is monogrammed with your lips on my mouth, so it can't be dropped, demanded, or given... therefore shoo-shoo to anyone out there who dares to steal it...

(message) for my demons, – (stop screaming, evil spirits), (you're scaring my angels)

and as I was walking so, — dreaming with my mind fully absent, — hop-hop out of blue, an old friend plunged straight in front of my very eyes... taking me in its arms, kissing me on both cheeks and with glimpses of happiness in its eyes, telling me: — «oh my god... — how I missed you‧‧‧», and sincerity seemed so-so charming thru the magic of an instant conjuncture; (seemed... only), ingenious gift, faultlessly lingering in a lovely view for a dream

ₘmₘₘ, (what a good taste has your love for me...), it sedates even the midnight moon p.d.q. shhh... breathe... say nothing; let me take the words I want directly from your hungry lips; your moans caress my hearing as if are the canticles' canticle; i'm in you deeper than it feels Cantique des Cantiques [ from the Old Testament ]

When you feel tired... do you try to hide in some beautiful things? With gentleness, do you try to grip to caress your scattered thoughts? Try, let happy moments touch you, to snap you out of any weariness [I know I like to do as I wish to do], [I love to hide in beautiful things]

I dream with you while you dream of me  while I dreamt a dream  within whose else dream but yours   Take this kiss upon the brow! And, in parting from you now, thus much let me avow — You are not wrong, who deem that my days have been a dream; Yet if hope has flown away in a night, or in a day, in a vision, or in none, is it, therefore, the less gone?   All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream. I stand amid the roar of a surf-tormented shore, and I hold within my hand grains of the golden sand — How few! Yet how they creep through my fingers to the deep, while I weep — while I weep! O, God! Can I not grasp  them with a tighter clasp? O God! Can I not save one from the pitiless wave? Is all that we see or seem but a dream within a dream?

❝Everything that is pleasant in life  is dangerous. Have you noticed that?❞  Tell me How____________

Somewhere, if you could only see, are people who'd do anything to bring back one person about which they said, at a point, — “was just an amusing waste of time, a silly experiment”. For those, the game with someone's feelings is like a free drink. But just till one day, when they will realize their station has faded away. Forget about 'em and no longer look for them anymore. After all, they will never know, even in a million years, what they honestly want, what they truthfully love to be, and with whom. Try to accept it like any other lesson of life, and also, try making an effort to rise again. Maybe another soul with visions translated not by words but by facts full of gentleness and tenderness, it'll get to your terrified mind, helping and learning with you, life's meaning, or the meaning of the lips, (loved not just for what they can say, but also for many others tolerable skills), exactly as you'd wished for.

you've been condemned to fall in love with me, daily, from the first breath of the cockcrow, to contort yourself in my seductive instant breakfast ✳ you've been condemned to have hunger for me, — nothing to be able to nourish you but [me], [me], [me], — [take care], — [don't waste any crumb of my offer...] ✳ you've been condemned to agonize for me... painfully to caress the flames of my bio structures' sighs when ingeniously, your lust utters to you to dip in me ✳ you've been condemned to meet me and to love me, — everything you do is orchestrated by a powerful entity, you can't escape... i am your fate... once and for all...

— ...Suppose that to give a few lectures, daily you had to commute between Heaven and Hell, what would you take with you? — A book, a bottle of wine, and a woman, Lord, if I'm not asking too much. — Too much. We’ll cut out the woman. She would involve you in conversations putting ideas into your head, and your preparation would suffer. — I beseech you, cut out the book, I'm gonna write it myself, Lord, if I only have the bottle of wine and the woman. That’s my wish and my need. Is it too much? — You’re asking too much... Supposing that daily, to give a few lectures, you had to commute between Heaven and Hell, what would you take with you? — A bottle of wine and a woman, if I'm not asking too much. — That’s what you wanted before, don’t be insistent, it’s too much, as you know... We’ll cut out the woman. — What do you have against her? Why do you persecute her? Cut out the bottle rather! Wine weakens me, almost leaves ...

You said I will forget you, but you forgot to mention in which life. Which's the universe without any remembering about the whispers of your eyes, the sweetness of your lips...? And why...? Why, while I think of you, I miss you more and more, over again... at... endlessly…? You said that I'll forget you… So in this case, you have to tell me through what galaxy this fact will really happen and I will lose myself in laxity forgetting your smile, your gaze... and your kisses… forgetting all and any memory… and swear I'll let 'em crush into a thousand shards, as your wills, exactly as you wished, — [me, like a beggar, begging you to sing… a song of love to me] You said that I'll forget you but you've been wrong... — I never stopped looking for you... and muchly sure I never will...

Rest with your dream in my dream. Love and pain and work should all sleep now. The night turns on its invisible wheels and, — you are pure beside me as the sleeping amber. No one else, Love, will sleep in my dreams. You will go, we will go together, over the waters of time. No one else will travel through the shadows with me, only you, evergreen, ever a sun, ever moon. Your hands have already opened their delicate fists and let their soft drifting signs drop away; your eyes closed like two gray wings, and I move after, following the folding water you carry, that carries me away. The night, the world, the wind spins out their destiny. Without you, I am your dream, only that, and that is all

i think of you... longing's energy, — (a nativity in black) made me act

it may have been in pieces... but I gave you the best of me Awake. Shake dreams from your hair, my pretty child, my sweet one. Choose the day and choose the sign of your day the day's divinity. First thing you see. A vast radiant beach and cooled jeweled moon, couples naked race down by its quiet side and we laugh like soft, mad children smug in the wooly cotton brains of infancy. The music and voices are all around us. Choose they croon, the Ancient Ones, - the time has come again, choose now they croon  beneath the moon beside an ancient lake. Enter again the sweet forest,  Enter the hot dream, Come with us! Everything is broken up and dances. Indians scattered on dawn's highway bleeding, Ghosts crowd the young child’s fragile eggshell mind. We have assembled inside this ancient and insane theater to propagate our lust for life - and flee the swarming wisdom of the streets. The barns have stormed, the windows kept - and only one of all the rest to dance and save us from the ...

on any side of my universe sits suspended without being unleashed in action, my every intuition

Shush... I try to listen to what claims your silence. Lower your voice more to hear how you hear me crayoned in your fluff hint with all senses choked. Shush... still try to track what your silence claims... I'm only miles away from you & a few secs of truth in your howl... inhibited after sharply freed o'clock.

  ❝ respect yourself enough to walk away  from anything that no longer serves you,  grows you or makes you happy ❞ 

Tenderness, — I got to be wrapped... Preciousness, — wrap me, please... I'm cold, — Come... — Take me  in the season of hell with the drunken boat of the Rimbaud if you wanna, — or... in the waste-land with the cruelest April of Eliot's, — but come... come, caress me, baby