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. Expect 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 to 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 The brainy ones didn't invent it yet, god himself wonders what creatures we are, and devil has regrets When others watch us, they torture themselves with the same question, — who's posing as — Me‧‧‧ who's posing as — You‧‧‧   You & Me‧‧‧ Me & You‧‧‧ ᵐm aₕᵃ‧‧‧   ᴴᵘᵍ

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'd been a

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 sad

❝ 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!" ❞