Poetic Allusions · Un P'tit Je Ne Sais Quoi

on the dreams' alley my thoughts levitate smoothly discords are absent there, love flies to me like the one high plains drifter who has ghostly shapes in the pics' language our feelings are narrated the music translates 'em

like apples' flowers transiting to ripened fruits, her boobs swing, as if they have a fancy for stirring his desire… his mad lust understands, unlocking the thrills played in his eyes, [...as if his lips savor her ripened fruits already] dreams an apple tree on the skin of the twilit sky as its flowers blossom with dopamine, like the chic smile of her like the sly gaze of him

shines the whispers' lights, like dawn's beads, festooning promptly, love's echo, seduced and flung out from the neck of the sun's first thrill poeticized by the zenith of an endless longing thru a window's fissure of dreams' kitchenette sings chic, the thoughts in the mind's boudoir, using decency's taste, anointed in sin's crème, fine impregnated in a strawberry aroma's tale and cherry, adorned in tiny champagne collars thru an enamored soul consumed with desire dance the words on the canvas of the feelings adjusted by the contour of eyes' colors palette, like dawn's beads shine in the whispers' lights, like the thoughts sing thru the mind's boudoir, like the words dance on the canvas of feelings thru a shining Monday to rouse Tuesday's voice while Wednesday, so strange, allures the mood because Thursday's a hot comrade of the Friday that incites Saturday to inspire Sunday's dream to be, chic while you kiss me in fin...

and if my dreams go insane thru yours, [stay cool], [take no action...], their digestive system is full of poetry with some flowery and fruity fragrance, infused modish with the elixir of love and orchestrated by nature's music, — [weren't meant to hurt you but relax you] but if your dreams go insane thru mine, [stay cool], will be domesticated instantly with some flowery and fruity fragrance, infused modish with the elixir of love, well-orchestrated by nature's music, and… diffused, by my dreams' digestive system [so, hide all medicines, let dreams drive]

a slice of silence it attired the morning sky in summer's avenue my eyes breathe blooms' hue lured by your magnetic love and your tendered smile your silhouette grope in my rinsed soul by a dream scented by your kiss a kiss rocked by moon once... in summer's avenue to forget-me-not

while you breathe my kiss and paints ideas of you and me night scans our sentence our muscles' language are choreographing love and moans with giggles entire universe, à la mode, begs for a place in our league, — (thrills' club) the dreams have visions following us wherever are these thoughts of you scanned by the night… with me… [through any sentence] [where you breathe my kiss]

i roused up in the rain's melody orchestrated in DooWooDooWoo of thunders and flashes instantly, a Mirabelle tree blossomed while the sun has dripped out its golden ink on it a mild scent compassed in an arch of colors, surrounded, spectacularly, my chic boudoir‥ the spring laughs with bouquets of summer, [life's essences have better fantasy than mine]

the gaze runs with velocity wanting to comprise everything own eyes seek the analogies with the own inner augur and from all beauties bedded around there, the soul scores, — the dreams' generous steam in the naturalness of a smile […to feel more / with less] [tween actions] …as it's perceived half on house, or half outside out of a time, or to another time [does lucidity rely on the other who wants to conquer without defeating] the impact exposes the parade in color, — madness is a natural existence …and on this threshold is just one fantasizing, or [abandoned in own self]

the irony of fate is dipped in memories; hereditary pains are felt deeply in time; so many similarities, and yet different; relatedness transpires out of one being, [tucked smoothly in a BZD smile's scent] the tear from an eye is a quintessence; the tear from the other eye, it's voodoo; the sighs are the utmost uttered feelings of each molecule running with the truth, [tucked smoothly in a BZD smile's scent] each second is watching for any gesture; the location respires the entire decor; the thoughts travel through pictograms drew by the vapor of some mixed savors, [tucked smoothly in a BZD smile's scent]

if my words are too difficult for you to understand, it's cos the sun of my nights shines brighter than yours and the scent of my smile has costumes the days if you got auditory hallucinations, it happens because leaves' rustle and flowers got the name of my joy, and  their music, in a snazzy dialect, plays chic in my realm masterminded and so naturally actioned in everything, choreography and orchestration are freestyle, as I am, expertly folding the ambient noise of whatever moves thereby, it's no wonder as you to feel me untouchable, for wherever you gaze, the view is painted by my soul, and each step you do has the gentleness of my pulse charming, I live life, [one which I wish you to feel it too]

my blood is kerosene with din, my soul screams out for love; the longing twined up my liver, spleen got curled into my ribs; your scent walks thru my veins, maddening my navel, inciting it; my shadow, dehydrated, howls as my eyes and lips feel so, too; even the hope, frank·ly, it hums to me, [your mood is my mood]

hauntingly, a pen's romance hums along of a moment, (expected and unexpected) its ink is your air like perfume of my smile smoothly abandoned on the skin of your eyes all senses are anesthetized, just to fall asleep in your mind with the one you love time shows a dream, aroused to get barricaded in a fated cosmic love... (because) everything's written in a multiverse of a celestial body with a metabolic uniqueness this has the sin's savor, and sin has love's savor and love's savor is abstract, (asks to be lived)

your butterflies lie nested in my whispers …but those whispers are like a satiny feline …with faultless grace scratch you and bite you attack the immune system of your hopes make you drink potions fermented tactically in the cup of love written by the eyes who love you […by the eyes you love]

it's cold in one's soul (in its northern side), it's a tough blizzard ⋯ a predictable hunch clouded its eyes' sky, and frost, deafened it ⋯ if it tries to say some, its words… get frozen ⋯ whispered a snowdrop, on bloodbath of March

I stretch my hands out, — unscrupulous, I hug you, [it's all I can do] words might sound deaf but from the bottom of my heart are uttered to you sentimentalist, all I know is how I feel, — searching for my love thanks to love's 24-carat, nothing ever can't split it, nobody ever can't exile it

i was poisoned by tenderness with the elixir of a haunting kiss its curse, sits ghostly doodled on all walls of the Château d'If there, longs don't dance anymore but sing (…along with sea's smoke veil) so don't try uttering its saga, for, it'll rein you to a smile, and wink

take the whispered words from the thoughts of my lips, kissed in dreams' symphony with love's key at rainbow's power to heal those too tired of you

from the navel of the sky from the navel of the stone from the navel of the sea i really dunno from where... but it appeared instantly your thoughts' reflections straight inside my glass... your hugs' whispers, came like a trotyl inside my dream, so excruciating caressed by the rays of the moon, but so much enough to turn me on to shake my chocolate hills, to make me hum your name and i felt, and my house felt, and the entire universe felt, the moaning of my fantasy, as you were mesmerized it (towards me...) (inside me...) apodictic to model me, with your fangs, paved with desire

the sun swatted the dawn with my smile my smile was belted with the fluffy clouds' skin the fluffy clouds' skin are guarding my dreams dreams have essences, but essences aren't for everyone poetic, through themselves, are in the course of true love

in a cave of trees, identically to Kanzan, (thievishly), robed in a velvety black fur, sits the love 𓇼 with its voice transplanted, it's meowing, while its kitty eyes crave to taste the original sin of my verses' lips 𓇼 nonchalantly, as if i didn't feel it, i pass on, but in reality, passionately, love rips out entire oxygen from my lungs

your words make the dream a kiss on the lips of the night, portrayed by honey thoughts of my writing your soul's visions, comb with style the sleep's dream into a chic attire, — it whispered to me morrow's poetry, hallucinatory excited to be your gift

while winter roamed... quieted, thru the wind have budded snowflakes refreshing my smile, but the sky got roughly jealous when their joy sprang in my blue eyes

with the prelude… into B-flat to final chord into G-sharp, his lips with mine got in duet with lust pulsation in high-C and kiss's riff on radio waves, we laid a full climax instant oh yeah [ah‧ah] [ah‧yeah‧uh], played on repeat even the bis, in B-flat, G-sharp and high-C

birds' chirps, fall and climb playfully, at my window, cheering winter's breeze good mood caught me too, – guess someone opened its wings  to catch me when I fall

24/7 young and beautiful equipped with love's ember, my words' scent artfully prepossessing and chiseled in scintillating riffs, it benefits daily thru trysts on the writers' alley at the artists' club, located somewhere by the sea… by the lake… between sunrise and sunset that's why a few jealous ones don't rain with applauds on my poems' parade, that's why i know object to it, turning their actions in profit, that's why, i, as an alpha rider, i ride their nerves at maxim, that's why i'm surrounded just by nerds who rule the world, 24/7 young and beautiful equipped with love's ember

(your gaze), (got down slow at my book's shelf), (stirred by lust, leafed... my diary) 𓇼 (enriched with yearns), (my words' soul), (breathe out vitamins, to… breathe in… your love…) 𓇼 warm lips of some song, knitting in our apogee, sketched, at once, our world

last night, your crazy love's words leaped toward my dreams' hour   i felt 'em nested into music notes through the pockets of my heart both, the love's words and dreams took the pulse of our sky’s shred to feel you to feel me thru any day

life, with its sentimental structure, rolling in the smile of the sky, fine mesmerized by dreams' aroma with glimmers of a torrid summer, it got painted with my lust for you, today — year - 2022, month - 01 la vie, avec sa structure sentimentale, roulant dans le sourire du ciel, très bien hypnotisé par l'arôme des rêves avec les lueurs d'un été torride, c'était fardé avec mon désir pour toi, — aujourd'hui — année – 2022, mois – 01

We met at one of the social media’s peripheries. Our manner of talking and joking, provoked to some, instantly, to accuse us of a crushing infatuation… (Hilarious, isn’t it?), when all we’d got in common was just something music we shared at a time… 📜🪶 Nothing was manipulative or false, to get judged‥ Our deeds were spread through drops of eloquence, philosophy, math, or pics, well attired in words’ art, sculpted by sounds, colors, dates of days, raised at the lyrics’ power through their wise, epic movement. 📜🪶 Thereby, those touches created the audit of memories I credit for. So hold your head up high, as I did/do.

like honey, flows smooth off your amorous lips' wings your kisses… through me

photoshopped poem, penned curly wild effect font, words' perspicacity

from the bath of time, tranquil, it looks out for me, lovey-dovey tales

it hatches my longing on the mount of a cloud, somewhere, right on its ridge patiently, it gazes quietly to a path, lighted by stars, wanting to catch, the echo of your steps at once, a hush river's scintilla, throbs, thru the cloud's eyes, voicing up its color's scent on my waiting's silhouette and i recognize kisses… i recognize touches… i recognize you recognize (…i'm in your mind)

did we meet before getting born when our bodies hadn't any shape, i wondered did you promise me you'll find me, or I swore to you, I'll wait for you, i wondered, again and why i'm keeping do it to it still, i really don't know  (maybe you didn't find me…), (maybe i didn't wait for you…), (as you promised) (as i swore) maybe our intentions got vapourised, taking by selves a shape of their own… maybe

The Winter's Holiday to carol you with joy. Christmas Eve's day to deliver your wishes. a New Year's knapsack full of prosperity. a 2022 year stuffed with healthiness and money. Food and booze on each family's table. Peace and Love be celebrated daily. Happiness to Anyone. (Leave naughtiness to Me) 🎄 Merry Christmas Joyeux Noël Χαρούμενα Χριστούγεννα Buon Natale Crăciun Fericit Frohe Weihnachten Feliz Navidad メリークリスマス

quiet, thru the gaze of an albatross, i'm gonna get to you, then, playfully, i will hug your skyline, you to burst with joy, i, to take what i deserve, (your love)

lend me your voice, — i asked for spring, and it doubled my scent 𓇼 lend me your voice, — i asked for summer, and it doubled my love 𓇼 lend me your voice, — i asked for autumn, and it doubled my joy 𓇼 lend me your voice, — i asked for winter, and it doubled my dreams 𓇼 lend me your voice, — i asked for all seasons, and doubled their gift to me 𓇼 freed in a deep blue skill, i make you feel real, and yet, never enough, you summon me inside you

nights fly in sky's geometry, licking my nerve, you, to shine like stars, through my mental picture polite, from sleep's playground, you do to me, with your sensual intents attached the bedding of dreams likewise, the days navigate thru cosmic colors' equation, justifying why you feel my scent through your mind trips consumed with desire for you, i get intercepted pirouetting, while my thrills are rustling in your pulse… (lunatic)

today's poetry found me traversing in new confessions of the happening for i am, so-so loved, so-so idolized, so-so kissed, hugged, and so fulfilled the noblest smiles are always here, next to me, so encouraging, so skilled, oxygenating any story i breathe daily, keeping buoyant love's blaze, intense so if i feel as if i am the moon's flower, or the sun's fruit, having lips honeyed, blood hot, inspiring any celestial body to get in, it's only because of this day (D13), (tchin-tchin 🥂 à la  ᵏᴼᵏᴼ‧‧‧ 💕) a manner illustrated to live without fear, smartly, confidently, for happiness is, I

from the paradise you are, — sings the song you listen to, in my crazy pen… it sewed your thrill with mine, letting my poem howl out  joy and to kiss you… plus, it adorned your fancy's club, you to dance me, to savor me on your soul's table… Hᵐm‧‧‧ i love quantum physics

i'm walking barefoot, through the dew of your words, of your visions seeing you smiling, — instantly, your goodness gets inside me feeling you gazing at me, — love shines on my skin my thoughts, — paradoxically, become shy and gentle sunsetter, — my emotions' climate, my essences... (can't be defined) i love… who are you... (no one knows...), yet, to satisfy any curiosity, i whisper, — (i love in a foreign language...)

my legs got tightened up, got crossed, got rigid, they forgot what is flexibility my joint got fettered in the sky's shred of your thoughts, when you kissed me in me was in a flash the ± ∞ °C degrees; i got freezing and melting in your arms the sound articulated by my entire body g ot last forever in the grip of your longs universe was listening to my confession; i was loving insanely, your light shine in and meanwhile, love burgeoned into me; its scent is spread up thru all of my pores the cold is felt warm, warm is felt good; i feed myself never enough, but i'm lively full of love, i dance and travel wherever; something on me has the pulse of yours

if you are not loved as you want to, — blame it on me if you miss fame, fortune, money, power, — blame it on me if the sex isn't as much as you'd wish, — blame it on me if you have nothing to drink or to eat, — blame it on me if you lost your soul, you still got time to blame it on me to any problem you might have it, go on, — blame it on me i'm here for any of your complaints, — so blame it on me after all, it was my mission to do my best, me, to be blamed, — you, to be happy, — (once… at least…)

i roused up at the dawn's blossoms hour right when the moon and stars got dissolved in the picturesque caresses of the sun… on sky's beach, seduction got back to blue, the rays of our first dreams dance on the lips while smiles make a move to cheery season today, my mood has...the color of your heart

when you're with me, poetic, the universe, feels the texture of cherry's flowers scent when you're with me, love's climate takes the shape of your soul, — not of your face when you're with me, the blood of dreams throbs in me (with you adoring me saintly) when you're with me, implies incantations, it means to always have you, lover of mine

your lips on my lips normalize glycemia; freedom falls tonic… it's hotter than your instincts in the minute of your love…

a ball that's been rolled in the grove of stars trodden by a strawberry rain, it accompanies summer's ambiance 𓇼 its aura, embroidered with romance, confesses in the middle of the night who hoodoos me who hoodoos you 𓇼 the moon, mysteriously, smiling slyly, classy has rolled our name on our lips, bragging about love's bijou we master

your lips have set up the hour when you want to be kissed and by who but my mouth, — imposter, — unpredictable… kiss you now to steal your sleep basically, recidivist as you know, in the prison of your mind, i'm locked i'm locked and i'm boiling, — i'm boiling and steaming, arousing each thread of your dreams

when morning got woken, — i was sleeping 𓇼 when i've got wakened, —  i was dreaming still 𓇼 dreamily, — i'm loved by you... (hypnotic) 𓇼 we're savored in our cosmic lechery's rustles 𓇼 we make it rain in unison the joy, we correct nothing, (we're in)

if i were your jukebox, experiment me beautiful 𓇼 when you put your token inside me… be imaginative 𓇼 pay attention to any figure of speech and tempo 𓇼 i'll make you bleed till you'll ask for transfusion 𓇼 playful, with rhythm and soul, i'll rock you till i fresh you 𓇼 tactic, it's my nom de plume, the new bad habit, [the game] 𓇼 anything's possible… if you could eliminate, — the if

i put on my lips the vitamin, — Kiss; all of me is vitaminized with you; the metaverse moves my thoughts smoothly,  contouring so your nanoseconds in my hope; in passionately torrent, you're plunging, I'm plunging; together we're bathing in love's light;

few epileptic thoughts plunged through my morning quietness i raised up my eyes, — the time was there, watching what I'll do and i got lost in love's grammar with you so high and lonesome with me barefoot in your soul dancing bohém, a gypsy dance

your kiss is the season when my wounds get better that's why from my soul's sky snows snowflakes of happiness

irregularly moaning… [mine] naked body, groggy campfire, [in eyes' bedding of yours…] [i touch myself...] — your gaze is tripping in mine… [insane…] love's looking for us… [not us] famished, we crave for… more any thrill, any nerve, is unbolted [it's your turn], [touch yourself] [inspire me…] [that's the dream which danced in my mind…] [a wish seen at 11 past the hour]

My eyelids are the most faithful mirror where I can see myself. So I closed my eyes. You were there…

you have no idea how many languages speak my soul how many translations makes my mind how many loves, i loved how many loves loved me and how they got old, — coquetting with the future... [is golden] you have no idea how my fragrance splits their thoughts kissing their dreams, provoking their pulse, their smile, their heartbeats to flee out of troubles or any other pressure, [you haven't, have you?] — [neither do i...]

hunger hurts, — especially the hunger for love (yours…) i tried even some courier platforms, — (you weren't on their menus) and i feel as if this longing (for you), it metamorphosed… (into a monster) (like a parasite, jumbles me…) lord how i'd wish this burning gets into you, too

look at me now, — devour me rock your love on my lips… their savor tells you to tell me in the language of longing accented with savage dreams the manner you feel me, (you)

The fireball caught a demon camouflaged into Grandes Oreilles, thru morning's eyelash. Sinfully, a phone's ring, stabbed the silence making me stutter some not-so-cheery words. Attracted by cadence, nobody anticipated what I'll be writing about, as the music flows. Moon's hiccup, in nocturnal choreography hardened someone's lips to don’t bring me down. On trees, bloom a verse, inked, (for curious' eyes). And you? You smile, [translating, calm, my light].

How tall is the grass cultivated by your brush on my fantasies' canvas, [it's an enigma] How many parties of colors got diluted with your rave in my thoughts' water, [it's swanky sin] How much joy brings to your air's ankle, when my wild blue eyes step on it, [it's atmosphere]

when the day's completed, i give it soul, i give it light, i give it wood blue's scent i allow Clapton [do his job], so tenderly to sigh to me, — [who's… wonderful tonight] ad interim, i do nix but sip a dominant red glass, which gracious, kicks up my heels

the woman in me isn't arrayed; looks for you, not as you think; at whatever hour, she's assisted by a tonic, [coffee or something] the woman in me, — smilingly, adores to make dinner plans; it's one of the benefits of being an absolute fantasist capable to sneak you where she longs the woman in me... seductively, will not try to tempt you, giving booze, food, love, and so on; yet you'll wish imprisoning yourself in her life, in her dreams, into all the woman in me... is cleverly sly, is cynical happy, is hurting no one; beware what you wish or ask for; hating to love her isn't an option; the woman in me might not joke the woman in me is felt, isn't seen, it looks for you, not as you think; yet, at whatever hour, she's assisted by a tonic, [coffee or something]

it was a box... for memories... (the wild ones) they said, — (aloud...) (looked like some smiles) an echo of the eyes, — (somebody specified) it was, and it's so effusive,  (the glint of life), said others (some wrote about it...), (some made a film...), — i heard 'em mentioning, — (some do it), still… (into your mind...)

he loves to swim and play, inside my bowl, [a chic crepuscular district i built for him] he did himself a petite dream... Livestream to prove [he's best expert in hide-and-seek] he has no seasons... [eats one time per day], i never saw him sleep, not heard him speak he has a stylish part of giving kisses, subtle, he's happy... [nobody's prettier than him...]

don't you turn your back at once just because, i crayoned my poetry with my lips, with my teeth, with my tongue, moistened in my mentholated saliva... but better venture yourself into it bringing up all your lovely emotions letting light in…

it was the day I forgot my phone, [premeditated], at a location on the rim's seafront, exactly as I plotted, meticulously, with my silences, with my hopes,  but with not my vows, only to trap you in my hook; like a sea dog lured in sirens' song, [you came…], you came and obeyed to my little things wrapped into savaged scents, — [since then]

if it'd been to sing you a song it would spring up in your pen, the furrows of elegant caresses that'll get me to slip smoothly at the lodge of your heart, just to get me nested in it... untold if it'd been to sing you a song it would roll thru a radio station lost somewhere but still able to keep our fragile connection exact as were our ideas of fun, like Louis & Thelma hazarded if it'd been to sing you a song... it'd be one, as we have been... deep and blue, and bizarrely, moony and sunny, and nomad dear and psycho... and lifelike, as a sigh thru a story, [hearty]

it fell the love in its knees, thanking me for the manner I crayon it it stamped the moment, the happiness and... [my fantasies came to life] any pains, worries, and fears got drifted in nothingness, letting light in choreographed by earthly passions, I'm glorified stylishly in a healthy splendor my smiles cast out the debilities of some who reproachfully stare at my colors' tempo I'm the music's realm, I'm the party's altar, ready or not, welcome to me, — soul