met l'amour sur la nourriture, dans l'alcool, nourrir toi-même ; met l'amour sur le sourire, sur chaque couleur, chaque son, entourer toi-même avec ça dans l'être tout entier ; met l'amour sur les attouchements, chuchotements, sur chaque caresse ; met l'amour sur des éléments physiques utilisant la dose recommandée ; met l'amour sur les démons, — mais combinés avec des instructions ; puis… — met l'amour à temps, à chaque seconde, à chaque minute, à chaque heure, jours, semaines, mois et des années ; met l'amour du tout en tout... — mais ne pas ajouter une goutte plus ; pourrait réveiller la peur… — une qu'est connée, — le silencieux

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