Poetic Allusions · Un P'tit Je Ne Sais Quoi

the music has questions and answers… to ignore, it blabbed out intense, last night, a dreamy choir its resting voice that loves respiring all my clime, it dove into my life, politely to savor my evil mind so, thru my gaze's navel and the navel of my soul, i've could sense its touch, guiding its groovy form evoked, its smile's chalice stole me a noble moan, magicking me to be much happier than day before

every bit of my writings are growling, are snoring are joking, are laughing, are singing, are dancing; their snazzy compositions tame you and savage you, discolor you and color you, you, to swim through them frenglishly pathologically; every bit of my materials is, by fixation, a phenomenon; is your hot friends who aren't like a drug; they're the drug; anything's sacred; invites you to get wildly poetic, to feel me, to play me, right as you'd wish, my lust, on your dreams' shelf

at times, as a writer, you're screwed  if your words ramble without climax paralyzed into a marginal symptom the main characteristic of your spirit corresponds to a muse whose tariff is billed in polyandry or polygamy's art for you know, y'know so bloody well, art never reacts to monogamy's coin, and chic words' silhouette, cultivates

I am the writer of my life. Each year is a chapter. Shutting is an enigma. You think you know me for you leafed a few pages at a… some ergodic hour? Dear, my life is a comedy. I am the single protagonist. Every wink is a mystery. Some might be not, nor even a background appearance. Ignore their noise. Worth it. Even the sun and the moon reacts at how warmly or icy I am, while rain admires at how freshly or stormy is me, again. I've been conjugated by love and I conjugate love still. I made bad choices and likely, I'll do it still. I frown and laugh. You think you know me, just cos I am the poet of this poetry.  Dear, stop doing what you do. Don't make me laugh so muchly.

till I finalize my hello, you're at home, while some didn't leave yet like an empirical kind, wind down, and look, to convince yourself in the shelter of the art you can phrase dégagé, [I long to feel your love]

his love heard stones' language moaning for his lady's fingers 𓇼 weren't an ordinary quality kind on the contrary, the ogled ones 𓇼 the ruby chose the thumb and blue topaz, the index finger 𓇼 amethyst chose the middle one and the pearl leaped on the pinkie 𓇼 the diamond was already soulful on her… justifiably finger

some have the aptitude to make up your eyes in a disappointing color and some others think that your smoky eyes is a new chic tendency some of them slept, ate, and bathed, in your home, while some just goggled some make you believe they are best friends, until their enmity wakes you up and you wash your eyes, and you change your home, and (again), you get born

To tell me you love me isn't enough. You must phrase yourself in action. Your mind's burden must be just me to soothe my catastrophic thoughts. I'm your paranormal powers' magnet. My restless heart acquires your love. Feed me with each viable happiness. This will delimit you… and define you. Your hunch will be eyes' pearl's bijou. It'll incite philosophers to perform art. It'll mastermind angels and demons amid eros and agape in time's infinity.

I'll never stop to release you, on the contrary, I will be squeezing you cruelly with my mind inside my being as nobody there to save you. You'll feel me as if you'd be a con, so deeply captivated & neglected by my bohemian love.

you, the one who knows I love you beyond presence, beyond absence, stop having doubts about my vibe I have the scent of you, lined on me, the happiness is meowing on my lips, love moans, this time feels different … you, the one who knows I love you right from the threshold of dreams, I have in my eyes, passion's rhythm the smile of my desire kisses hungry and bursts out with its seducing potion, privileging your nerves in my nerves … you, the one who knows i love you beyond presence, beyond absence, stop having doubts about my vibe … [forever, it's just you, just I, beyond]

Lucidly, you opted to be seen as a sable, similar to the own you that could've been if you hadn't censured yourself, a full me. Me, the passion, the mystery, the joy. Me, the life, the dance, the happiness. Me, the curiosity, the caress, the love. Me, held now to roam inside your lungs, carrying a wild sweet box confusa scent, trodden by the soles of your sky, [once]. (despite that), Me, myself, and I, won't ever be gone astray. You denigrated me as a hooligan. Now, feel all my rage torturing you, as you tortured me.

it climbed artfully to my lips a royal fleshy cherry fruit… the juicy aroma of its dew, plunged firmly in my mouth; instantly made me hiss out with joy, whoopee–tie–ai–a and its sugar sugars me still, over & over, erecting my day 1st variant, — it climbed artfully to your lips a royal fleshy cherry fruit the juicy aroma of its dew plunged firmly in your mouth instantly made you hiss out with joy, whoopee–tie–ai–a and its sugar sugars you still, over & over, erecting your day

on the sky of my words, the letters are sprinkled by the kiss of your truth chased and certificated in a breathtaking dream

clandestinely, your dreams open window of my dreams they're ripened in the sin's oven of ideating me, of ideating you vibe is diluted in mint's color of your eyes fixed on mine your one desire is I, invited with my one desire sizzling in yours …and in a snap dreams go in their silky sleep, [dawn budded]

I made my way to the fever tree with the branch of my senses; like a fire through the jungle I sparked love's ignition in you; metamorphosed in a bonbon with pure fruity aroma, I sank in ...you – the luxury man on fire, cheffing me (in your inferno); fevered, I dared to climb out of your veil as a blazing torch; that's why you're lusting for me, a bonbon with pure fruity aroma; you're damn too infested with my love's succulent mutation;

using a crown of juniper and the cosmos, my spirit is wrapping in your soul's flight through the meadow of analeptic dreams each sensation emanates discreet aromas manipulating chic the moonlit magic's flair fine seduced thru whispering flowers' spell the transformation we're in, it's a challenger enough for our polysyllabic love to relapse from mystery fiction to a happy life's reality

we tiptoed around it so many-many times with own visions, with the other's visions until we built a realm of the visionaries we tiptoed around it, we're tiptoeing still, to chisel poems' column, to scent chicly message's molecule with the words' atoms we tiptoed, we're tiptoeing still, till we'll stop, as if we'd want to shake up the dream which reminds you to remind me what you miss

(positive… childlike… and smart…), [self-loving… and without defect…], (distraught, vulgar, mostly absent…), [or even saying, — hypocrite…], (with many-sided… or a freak…), [i'm not…], (i'm not?!), — [i'm not what some wish me to be], (i'm not what everything i feel), [nothing, regardless of whatever i act], (a soulless one… a dirty mind…), [not seen… not easy to get scanned], (because), — [stop...], [pause…], (this is a mask), [that is an aim], (this is a thought-through sentiment), [that is a test], (this is the fact), [some have to get informed a lot] made stars with moon a tête-à-tête, both confidently robed up in an infinity nightgown tailored in blue (not for just me…), [not for just you…]

i filled some spaces with some lovely motley words… i think you know 'em stressed but invited was, — [proofreader of the mood] my muse's muse, — you laughing, you played and showed your amour proper… cheered me a lot, — cheered

I am trained to remember even now some clouds in some sable tempers, bringing from nowhere, out of the blue, a frightening rainfall I tend to feel their drops' corpulence under my soles still, counting my steps and lauding my team's equipment, overly It's like I'm absorbed in their ripples, that sends you to help yourself to me, if you have those goals, enough to win when you step on the handball court As an athlete, I'm trained to remember I was born to be a champion. So I am.

at my this town's hour, wild ducks are in their kingdom, rainbow waits for them

I don't know when, (I can't remember) when your genteel thought has slid on spiraled arms of my chic dreams 𓇼 Has been around a new dawn's debut kissed by the touch of darkness still? Got no idea. I'm tangled in love's-ville.

lighthouse glints slip smoothly on the shore of dreams' time zone their beautiful horizon's portraiture unveils your moon's smile a li'l closer deep, on coral reefs inserted longing is set to not get lost at sea anchored on a driftwood dawn's pendulum sailed you to me instead of a message in a bottle, i found you whispering to me, — who's the one drunk with love and waits for you on the island of hope?

are you hungry, are you thirsty somehow do you feel alone 𓇼 do you see me, do you hear me am i too frosty, am i too warm 𓇼 can you breathe and move still do you think of me or just dream 𓇼 i'm your planet, i'm your home keep me safe, to keep you, too 𓇼 it echoed in blue, the green view

how often you said, — (never fall in love again…), never shine a light how often you vowed but broke your own commitment, in love's name, again whose spell flow in you, who's the face without a face, whose love hunts you still and why begin again, — does the love like to play jokes to make the saints laugh

When the sky stopped moving my physique began to shudder. The words of my unvoiced fear began scrawling on mind's walls. Another universe has required to get inside my soul's sanctuary. A mad fury began to scream out. Battle collapsed in nothingness. Out of there, got found a way out. I did. But I still keep on fighting.

 I woke to the sound of singing flowers. Their delicate scent irradiates any day. Their form is the glowing heart's smile and their appearance activates the light behind the eyelids at life's coordinates. Lifetime has its own sound, own scent, own shape, [so unequivocally magical], where even nice ones do a bit villainess.

in a dreamer's world, standing on the edge of love, you're lured to immerse … complementary, longing's voice etched in whispers, hallucinates you … there's no censorship, — mercy of the night dissolves wrong feelings … so softer than soft night's voicelessness surrounds me, wants to hear my dreams … romantically, we're like a dancing machine, watchers count our steps… … [j'ai fait le mille pas…]

smoothly, with some thoughts, I kissed your mild summer wine and I sank in its orbit, at once a yore playful cicatrix got cured,  as if the happiness I looked for was hidden through its chalice yet, if you feel me all around you, as if you'd breathe what I breathe, don't get brunched by yourself wait for the call of my thoughts by kissing a delicate summer wine to get you to sink in the orbit where I am

silent love letters arouse soul's music around at kiss a.m. upon the sky, a bird chirps suavemente, — no limit to my love i'm as winged as her, i love smoothly… at a dream's degrees  to say it [isn't comfy] so i'll have to say i love you in a song

because your mouth was evoked in deities' elixir to devour the ambiance of grapes' quintessence, the stars, clandestinely, bathed me in your dream your lust, like the night's skin, seduced my psyche by summoning my longing from your outer space boned with the rage of your love's vestige for me i'm not me anymore, for i'm attired with your soul, my heartbeats vibrate in the pockets of your heart, time sealed us with a kiss to bud on poetry's alley‥

One day, we'll meet on the 13th line, page 31, chapter, — love's philosophy. The author has pictured us in a dispute about whose missed the other more. To get any reply, get the melodic book and let the emotion run inside your mind. I bet you'll be impressed by how a hug and a kiss can heal the longing's pain. I can risk you'll get caught in birds' trill, and you'll feel the budding flowers' scent. A magic cosmos will be shown to you, to laugh, to cry, to spy on toward new I. Its energy will feed you, will ravish you, will make you wish to dance with me. Nanosized, you'll live me in a lot of bios. Out of one, I was sent here to love you.

play loud to me, extravagant man let your divine fantasies interact the aesthetic of their susurrations let 'em run exclusively in my mind my equilibrium will get palpitating shoved by the vociferation of lusts subtly, my tactics will get you tingle driving you to seal them with a kiss

she left me waiting smooth with the deadly sin and with bone-lazy words' fragrance vectored onto moon's shafts she left me long for you, — this enigmatic lady fantasy with her so long discussions, and with the wrong divinity she left me to induce woman's grammar that I am in the breath's exponent of man's grammar that you are she left me to let you to do me to do you a holiday with my love's damnation from cellar to end floor of lust she, through its classless act took my hell by ceding it to you, you, from a mythical realm where always, i'll defy to come

geeking away with the fairies through her exquisite playlist he channeled on a star from one life's fantasy of his slyly, he thrust star's claws into the liver of her night and then in her teal-hued eyes that have kept her apart that's the reason why he got in her lust's chemical compound tactfully inlaid and assimilated by his love for her in his odyssey

onto the sun's shoulders is smoldering your longing some kittenish clouds succeeded in tempering it down, much closer to earth on sea's spine skates the lust and right just like I love you passion's flood surfs thrilling [to rule the world… …to change the sin] it undid its clunk, a dream calling me out, calling you in

the eyes of my moon it looks for you everywhere; she longs for you, too … don't turn back to me; the love I give isn't for you, — she heard you mumbling … surely, her love is single monster that moon knows hid inside your bed … heartfelt, you'll be asked why don't you tell me the truth kept on the blind side … like an ancient one and somewhere, miles from nowhere, you wait for me still

don't come any closer, — i'm your worst bad friend that's gonna seduce you till will synchronize your dream's heartbeats with my freedom's throb whispered touchingly in the night's left ear lord and master sun devoured by loves' tint volatile, the mystic night, kissed around day's ankle, it sealed up the moment with a swanky smile kind

scintillations of my eyes, — a subtly slyly giggle tongues' interconnection, — the lineament of a kiss a tender slap on posterior, — a bonbon, stolen by you splitting something unique, — a magic look of your lust confidently, I dare to feel it, — love lives in my dreams' ville

To some extent, between ballasts and luxury sides, sit the feelings. Feelings in brute shape, which to be expressed must be chiseled. Chiseled by one who loves to claim deep answers, artfully poetized. Poetized, a tongue wetting lips, a gaze to other lips that focus on me. On me, if they want to be heard or long to be kissed [7 seconds to decide] Decide at once, till the phone rang and like a tableau that feeling got hung at thoughts' degree rank.

I am the title of the poetry the argument of the essay I'm glazed in a prose style with one's poetic essence I start when the page ends to navigate into your mind I'm like the morning coffee and blood-red wine at night I am the symbiote of loves and as time goes I'm newer I am recited and compared in any trope that's fathomed I am a timelessly kind one living an infinite of feelings I do the best in all I do about offsetting art into a flawless •••• it verbalized Moon to the Sun in a Bohemian dialect marveling themselves why you still don't know my name

with hesitation, a desire flickers and melts as fast as candles wax i guess the longing was too much to face the love tween both of us seemed as if it craved to watch us walking out through dreams' daily as if aimed to take a chance on me as if aimed to take a chance on you as if "take a chance" is a code for us

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