Poetic Allusions · Un P'tit Je Ne Sais Quoi

indifferent when; how; why; even if; perhaps; because; precisely; especially; somehow; in as much as; and; anyway; where; which; as when; what; as if; by who, — on you... — i love you... i leaned my heart on you, [you...] my tireless experience

❝ i dream, i dream too much,  but if i dream too much,  i only dream to touch your heart,  to touch your heart again;  i close my eyes and see your hand,  your smile, your joy in loving me;  we dance, we dance and sing,  we steal a touch of spring;  i dream of everything, everything,  everything we to have known;  and yet, my dreams, yet my dreams,  my dreams had shown me that perhaps  i dream, perhaps i dream,  perhaps i dream too much alone...  too much alone ❞

it's between us... — between us is chemistry, a greedy desire, like poetry; it's something that should be; it's a path from me to you like a dandelion puff... — it is synesthesia… an elusive fusion blue; it's the fact I want you in me utterly like a symphony of colors through feelings; it's what's yours and I deserve it; it's what's mine, advanced to you; it's a deep attraction between us, — not even a fissure can't decide when we should be and not be together

love is weak when fear is equally strong, yet, to dream with hope that a wonderful thought will wake you up in some sweet sounds and could bring you still some feelings and a smile, then all you gotta do is chuchotement les mots, – à toi, — salut d'amour

Touch your lips with her divine goodies. Rustle 'em softly, to feel joy in your mouth. Expected, one kiss led to another one, brewed to be her jargon when she wants good lovin'. Layout your honeyed perfume, to swing in rhythms of the hungered tango of both. Let the entire passion ricochet inside you. Listen to your soul naming your blood, [her]. Your thoughts' skin wants to get adorned with her shapes; wants you to vibe, startling.

count out all the stars from the beginning of the world till the other end of the world, then look to the universe, garnished with the scent of lust, longing, and sweet love (a beautiful brightness has been spread out all over us)  

❝ Cet amour Si violent Si fragile Si tendre Si désespéré Cet amour Beau comme le jour Et mauvais comme le temps Quand le temps est mauvais Cet amour si vrai Cet amour si beau Si heureux Si joyeux Et si dérisoire Tremblant de peur comme un enfant dans le noir Et si sûr de lui Comme un homme tranquille au milieu de la nuit Cet amour qui faisait peur aux autres Qui les faisait parler Qui les faisait blêmir Cet amour guetté Parce que nous le guettions Traqué blessé piétiné achevé nié oublié Parce que nous l’avons traqué blessé piétiné achevé nié oublié Cet amour tout entier Si vivant encore Et tout ensoleillé C’est le tien C’est le mien Celui qui a été Cette chose toujours nouvelle Et qui n’a pas changé Aussi vrai qu’une plante Aussi tremblante qu’un oiseau Aussi chaude aussi vivant que l’été Nous pouvons tous les deux Aller et revenir Nous pouvons oublier Et puis nous rendormir Nous réveiller souffrir vieillir Nous endormir encore Rêver à la mort, Nous éveiller sourire et rire Et rajeunir...

willingly and knowingly would you want to be  one of my most exquisite dreams‽ (you should summon one) ⋯ (jazz-up your ambiance in this manner) ⋯ dare and let yourself feel, like a hummingbird of the charm, of the joy, of the life's spectacle be one of my Poetic Allusions' audience, — be Un P'tit Je Ne Sais Quoi ⋯ of mine

a magic moment before to be aroused, it's for calibrating the entire day... it's a dance between heaven's daughter affianced with the only one entity... for some, this's god, and for some others, the number of the beast, defining music    so Life, — Music, Please__________

what are you listening to, it's something which makes you feel as if you're dematerialized and teleported towards a magical realm of fantasy, built in the bedding of all you wanna be to me

i have the taste of a song from your lips on my mouth; it fills my space with senses, as if our thoughts, right now, sail to each other, to create the absolutely sublime touch with the uncontrollable power of love's realm, echoing, to us, my Love will protect You

— An old wine… — A new woman… — New and cloudy and spicy and noisy… — Suspended between desire and reserve, I want to live my present without destroying the future… — Yours or ours? — Since when exists… ours? — Exists… starting… by… now… — Do we have and… a kind of past? — About two glasses…🥂 — Hmm… do you know, I've got a secret, I've made mistakes… — It would be weird if you'd not been doing any… — You're strange… — Uh… what would you expect? — I expect to be the first one that will not be dumped by you… — Do you think I look like the one who leaves? — It doesn't matter… — It matters to me… — Would you want another glass? — Hmm… but I'm going to see you double and I don't want to feel as if I'm cheating you, with you… — Well, we all want to drink the same wine but to have another kind of drunkenness, huh? — So… what are you waiting for? — I'm waiting for you to be…that happening which happens to me… ...

make a sum of all the things which could bring to you joy, divide everything into a few… you’ll get a fractionated result; give up; add a peaceful moment found in a book and some music; in wet mind deems nothing is real

defines love, — to define love is to limit it, so better not… love is time, time is relative, relativeness is unintended

a blue mug, two teaspoons of coffee, two lumps of sugar, hot water, and citrus juice... [to garnish my smile] luring, music plays in the background something suavely... something i listened to... not so long ago, [hmm] made my lips soliciting… a plus one

Right at this very present hour, all I think about, it's the dream that I will have tonight. I put everything necessary in it. It'll not be missing anything, which couldn't help. What are you saying, could you be there?

my soul is burning with love; inside there you burn with me

fulminating thunders and lightning  with the noisy moans of the rain, made not a boring night but rather a dementedly funny one, with all kinds of callings, until i fell asleep on the lullaby rhythm of the storm, as later to find myself arousing in the gentle tickling of the chirpings with lyrically beautiful faces, exposed in my tenderness with an aurora aura, and the shade of a calm moonbeam hugged by summer's scent and your talismanic smile at degree of art

Between Me and You is a kind of something where the specific word couldn't be found in any dictionary 𓇼 The brainy ones didn't invent it yet, god himself wonders what creatures we are, and devil has regrets 𓇼 When others watch us, they torture themselves with the same question, — who's posing as — Me‧‧‧ who's posing as — You‧‧‧ 𓇼   You & Me‧‧‧ Me & You‧‧‧

kiss me, — on the neck, shoulders, words, on everything that comes in your mind, you about me to remember back and far with love, longing and caresses, — so sensual, kiss me...

love has its own path; it's like a fine gas which spreads in you through all your blood; it's like a poison that paralyzes you before you know it; when you realized, it's too late... the time is too short or too fast; all you can say is, — have... that certain thing, (un p’tit je ne sais quoi)

I feel as if you're infiltrated in my veins as if you're walking like a master  through my senses... Go ahead and walk. It's your own right. I belong to you, Love. I'm just saying what I have to… — Say

i'm not sure how paradise looks like but i know exactly how's the feeling made it up inside my head, any time when I come to You, my sweetheart

— knock, knock – who's there? — the doors – the doors who? — the doors are between us; open up to play a little game

My longing for you is hypnotizing... Is narcotic... What happens to me, it's beyond me... And this mastery, it's not up to us but just being afraid about what I feel or what you feel, — (especially the metaphysical aspects of us). You realize your love for me is pure and true, and this discovery perhaps intimidates you in a typical way as if you're part of my DNA, — (forever and evermore...) The sky is static but shows me exactly how to love you. I've been waiting for you muchly, from early origins to come... to live in my dream... in my thoughts... To let the emotions be written by... (atmosphere‽). Now, you're giving me colors... Even some fears. Then, some desires and lights... (expectations‽). I have you and I don't have you. Between us is a frozen border for being and not being together. In a ride named — Desire, we are and aren't there. It was so fine when we met on a day when we knew, (we are...) and, on another day, we remembered what we'...

more than 1000 songs, have crayoned my skin over 1000 moans and longs, decoded my thoughts more than 1000 times, i listened to them some of them stirred my soul and wrote my moodiness if you try to infer me from 'em, don't feel as if you're sinning (skip it… skip me…), after all, you will find out, — (if loving you is a crime), (i'll always be guilty)

 

look, — at this time I go out, if you come between times, get in, (you know how...), make yourself comfortable, — a shower... eat something, take a glass... anything you like, watch a movie, listen to some music... and wait for me; when I'll be back, I would like to hear all your stories... sitting cozy, taken refuge in my arms, (i promise I'll take care of You)

My thoughts were arrested by a sorcerer which lives in a castle hidden somewhere in the coral forest from a deep blue sea. To get 'em out, I need a firm incantation but I'm not sure if abracadabra will work even if Steve Miller is a brilliant magician. Anyway, no matter what happens, I'll use a few... — tonight... Probably one of them will have a damn gorgeous witchery...

sometimes she screams so mighty that even earplugs of the sky are useless… but sometimes she likes to hide through silences where someone's thought caresses her wet lashes and it bandages her sadness with kisses… enough to remind her, — (she's loved)

in all her essences with every life of his, he looks for her forever to love her into each

Do you think that one candle will be enough with its gentle and gracious light to give a suitable nuance for our love's twilight? Do you think that one song will be enough to touch with gentleness our openness, structuring new visions in this deep reverie? Do you think that we could be absolved by any culpability when the music wakes up the shiver that shudders some senses? Do you think I think that a new question will be reformulated in a predictable answer? ∴∵ I think that nuanced was only the question for our love got thru curtains' series, long time ago. I think the one who believes this... finally will start to compose new songs because of some visions. I think that I could be a bit accused only for the smile that you brought to me when you asked this. And I think the perfect answer amid to any question could be given with approximation by someone who inspires you at a certain moment. ∴∵ Just a few words, an approach, — nothing more... ∴∵ [I never had you...], — [Is it sa...

❝ Be always drunken. Nothing else matters: that is the only question. If you would not feel the horrible burden of Time weighing on your shoulders and crushing you to the earth, be drunken continually. ⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯ Drunken with what? With wine, with poetry,  or with virtue, as you will. But be drunken. And if sometimes, on the stairs of a palace, or on the green side of a ditch, or in the dreary solitude of your own room, you should awaken and the drunkenness on behalf  or wholly slipped away from you, ask of the wind, or of the wave, or of the star, or of the bird, or of the clock, of whatever flies, or sighs, or rocks, or sings, or speaks, ask what hour it is; and the wind, wave, star, bird, clock will answer you: "Time to get drunk! Don't be martyred slaves of Time, Get drunk! Stay drunk! On wine, virtue, poetry, whatever!" ❞

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