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the breeze of words… have spread a bittersweet… scent, gingering like a ghost at the edge of a dreaming moment i found myself flying in your poem's sky... (was amazing); captured in sun's fist of the story, i got trapped, loving you unspoken feelings have emanated in me, the joy's graphic, convincing me to KᵉᵉᵖOⁿKᵉᵉᵖⁱⁿᵍOⁿ in its tender murmur, — (carpe diem)

You made me look different in all the pictures taken not with the camera but with your mind My absence is only felt without where or when why or how, without who or punctuation signs Yet I've to admit that ellipses are accepted and glyph's variant of a bullet point indicates to me as being much stronger now in broken places Your attitude sent me deep in the blues, again… All memories captured erstwhile shine wildish urging me to pick up the pieces [KᵉᵉᵖOⁿKᵉᵉᵖⁱⁿᵍOⁿ]

in the darkness of daylight, left on the hand of a poem, intervened some glimmers, a black & blue's countdown, you to identify my name, hid in the dent of your universe, where a few seek for stills, or are amazed over the moon…

Waves of lyrics, — the new arguments. Each day only you... — a new fairy-tale. An ephemeral season... — it's the host. Me... longing for you in agony, — lost. [You live in mine, — I live in yours, —] Past brought till present, in the narration of a kiss... — kept. At least our future to be concrete. In the scent of each night, each phase, — it is felt... a bohemian, — You... Me, — sonnet. Both of us... — chemistry and math.

Your modern addiction, it's Me... For you got me, you may blame yourself, even to look... at the trouble I'm in brushing off the powder made of a vow. But I'll illuminate you with my love, you to be happy over time, and hypnotized as I can't describe... Beware the sickness. Even if we'd be a quirky machine, we will still erode living in silence in a deep blue sea... Any mistake will take us to a new crawl. You... will show me how...

the gravity of some wolfish eyes took me around somewhere, to a linguistics empire, to define masterly, its entire love, composed with hopes kept in musical notes, well-balanced for someone to stay out of sight; [this's me], [this's you] [you], hidden in a semiotic shadow of the universe, — waiting for me

surprises are your pièce de résistance with which you move me, [tactically] and yet I wonder if I'll mind You with my curiosity about your intentions will you reshape me even tomorrow, [perhaps] in a realm, or a philomel[?] [shh], I just caught in flagrante delicto a slyly gaze tattooing similarly smile dreams feel blurry; come, brighten 'em

lips biting lips for the taste of sweetest sin with a sound of a rosy smile filled with the essence of the longing on fire, — lips fall in love...

like a starved wolf, you tear me from outside until your soul, then, till your rain, just to gather me to transform me into your storm, adequately to make me thunder at the moon, and the minutes to get mad, while are gazing, passionately, toward our wild love

one day, in a northern hemisphere of a season, you, the sweet young thing I philosophy about, having frequency and intensity of my thoughts, you will feel how much you have missed me; you'll read this pack when me, I gave up on you already, in the southern hemisphere of a season tired of watching you playing with other souls. [innocents some but demonized by themselves], [probably], or because in one of your "best days" willy-nilly you pointed to all who you really are

my love… — my dream… — my gush of sensations coolly and passionately… — you perform a gracious promenade in my mind tactical instructed as if you burn my lights out… —  instantly I shiver, I glow sensing you in me indecently and inexhaustible like swelling waves which vanish fully between my thighs

you know all of me •••• at the beginning everything was black & white after that, appeared blue & yellow slowly, like a deity with an army of stars he conquered all the earth's colors diffusing on her the wild & exotic aroma with its seed nine-month later their love bloomed seductively... like fresh roses‧‧‧ hungry, like the wolf

It's felt in any cell of my body, in every thought of my spirit, in every breath of my lungs. It's like a kiss in a marathon with no finish line but a wave. It's the gazette headline before sunrise. An empire explored wrapped and fairly to milk it. It's a hidden fever spiced with torpedo-love ingredients for the wild savor of happiness. That happiness infuriated by what's in your mind and of who you are when you're insinuating of being my safe turbo lover

some tribulation is dawdling me till feelings of authentically cringe get adequately to you to manifest the dialect… why-to-understand when sounds charming in what seems comely like a thrill while the feigned touch of mine offers joy and directs my pulse inside your cardiac territory, just to dive me inside you, ingeniously

Would you like a glass of life? An intimately one for quenching a mysterious thirst modeled by a thought, explosively undressed with a starved kiss, debauched in a night from a week extracted out of a month in a fairy year... Clothes disappeared from inside to outside burning with the lust of our passionate rhythm, where our gazes intersected each other continuing till our lips met... and when you stopped to release me squeezing me with your mind, in your being, without letting me feel as if I'd be a prisoner even if I'm captivated by your nuclear love. What do you say? Another glass? Intimately? After all, what booze can get you drunk, louder than life?

his galaxy abounds with inspiration and pours love... and melancholy, — right there up above, spinning on the ray of a star, I feel I am… — seduced I'm drawn by him in a poem I'm the flower of his dreams well-mannered by the spirit of his ink

like sugar, it's the insane smell of passion sliced with the longing's shield its tasty aroma is sheltered on anyone's lips who's still looking for love's mystery this mellifluous fangs of an abstruse love sequestered the lips of my thoughts, once cunningly, it anchored at my bosoms' lips, at my hips' lips, till it whelmed me, fully that's why i emit the mad scent of passion

I AM The Sweetest Of Devils  If Christ Is The Answer Then What Is The Question? My Devotion Will Never Fade I Crave For You a Tenderness Through Violence 

a hairy hand gripped my shoulder and caressed by longing's sun, on the melodic line of a kaleidoscopic thought, prognosticating so the debauchery comportment of my insomnia, while it whispered to me tenderly, — (i'm your god…), (i give it to you whatever you could wish for…) (do it… try me…) … [well, seems I must have the eyes wide open while i'm thinking of you]

the present-day has proposed to me a pilgrimage through thoughts, encouraging me to access elegantly some of those moments spoken, engraved, inscribed, taped, engrafted as ǝʌᴉʅ memory, (for some) while (for others...), deep down, a (hoodoo...), (woman just for you...), to find out if you'll ever call me back... you, who perceived me in songs' scent calculated in a diplomatic climate, classy attired in lusty transparency, as your whisper was reaching out to me, clinically moaning, – (I need you‧‧‧) without letting me time to think to all that you've been thinkin'... acting, as if you'd possessed a pilot's psyche domesticated by a crazy woman's love ☼ day of today has proposed... I complied

His daily waking routine it's to make me feel differently. I'm loved in such a manner that some can't even imagine. Syntax and morphology of love is structured in the language of his feelings amazingly written in the chromatic of his desires translated into equations and defined by exponents at powers of destiny, mine and his, invoked to give him to give me a reason aroused and formulated plainly in an esthetic conversation, using mildly pulse of the black pumas. He loves me in many ways.

I don't know why, but the morning's coffee took the flavor of searching. It began to look for the future in answers already lived in those stories which ripped my soul's skin off and froze the blood in my veins, putting me to fight with illness and to take a drive to hell to meet all the devils. Also, as if it wasn't enough, the wretched death has shown up taking from me my parents, my puppy-girl, and my brother!  I'm at another coffee and the strong savor touch of the blues is still felt in it. Despite anything of these, I've got some mind over what matters. I live! In my entire being, all my livings and emotions yelled, live! Live with your own rules. Do it! Let the good times roll. Nothing else matters. Carpe Diem!

Today confirmed its magic. No matter wherever you'll be it's meant you to feel me. It's a demented sentiment as if I'd be touching you, You… The entity of my soul, the concept of my thoughts, with a renewal agreement validating again my love sealed by a mysterious kiss.

my thoughts, — traveling aimlessly from place to place, — have been transformed by your desires beyond the savage dreams, — le besoin de la nuit is reflecting dans le mystère de ton l'ocean

she wears the attire of his kisses, of his touches, of his comforts she's not naked, but covered entirely with the expensive suit of love (his love) (not of him) (not the other) are you embarrassed to get naked? she's wearing proudly this attire for she's been loved and she is still... (because...) and (any-time of the year) gratuitous, love leads 'em anywhere

I don't want any existence to be the most powerful region in the world. I want all of Earth to be Happy and Powerful. Everyone to BE characterized exactly as the epochal meaning of FREEDOM is. No Borders. Just FREE! I want the entire beautiful vision to be heard, to happen to, — so come follow me down spread your feelings out

«Education is like an erection. You can tell if you have one. Can be seen. Can be felt.» — said, Ricky Martin. And yet, in another term, a brainy one said, — «Some might look smart, but if they're not authentically idiots, it's not enough. Nolens volens, they'll divulge their own under-cover, sooner or later.»

nobody's asking if, can i or can you cook, but they have curiosity yet, what to see, — just like a king, the time rewrites the calendar your hungry gaze are devouring me deeply, I do the same too the vapors of passion wrapped us, surrounded, no one can see a thing

a bit earlier, I watched myself in the mirror; the inner voice pushed me to venerate my I; reflection got me the vibe for a fresh start; instantly, all negative thoughts got crushed; any item of my essence is a faultless piece plotted punctiliously by uncensored codes;

the morning got lightened right at the estimated time, having the framed taste of your planned smile for me °.○ even so, I have to complain, cos your kiss arrived later, — unpredictable as always, and again, with a different flavor °.○ somehow, you were cosmic, making me talk celestial while my body took the shape configured by your hands °.○ on the basis of your will, carved by a superb dream full of unforeseen incidents you knew I know it's good °.○ both of us, naivety metaphor in the vestment of memory, creating daily a spectacle while we hum the day's refrain

reading's beginning, — title … story's beginning, – imagination … poetry's beginning, – you … editing's beginning, — author … told ya so… who's good girl…

on the path of the magic elixir, I am enchanted in a cup of a... finesse tea; tea of tenderness and joy, smoothly and therapeutically in its sweet savor; love-in-a-mist [finds-a-crazy-charm] and then there's you, comforting me;

on the wishes' bridge barricaded with secrets dazed, i walk versed

the quiet i usually crave for it is communicated on your transistor at the frequency of my frissons exactly as you love diving yourself in my music's ocean, thrilled and gazed by heaven, shaped by sighs, all yours, all murmuring your longs which wish to take away my soul the quiet i usually crave for it, — ironically, — it's me, next to you

...the morning sun, with its scintillating warmth, embraced me to feel the deep touch of your love ...your love, emanating the wildflowers' scent and the mysterious compliments of some hidden sentiments ...sentiments, personified in homonyms and arguments, — love is stronger than death and much bluer than midnight ...midnight, — where the longing plants the romantic dreams, enough to forgive ourselves as we forgive the lack of a kiss ...kiss, with specks of stardust on the lips, — mine and yours, like the morning sun with its shimmering warmth

plunge into the technicolour pool of my desires; swim underwater to take a breath at my body's degrees; now, get drowning in my fantasies; calm, my hands will wait for yours to plant tacit your scent; inside, my gaze will sniff your longs; wildish, your lips will savor my lips so alike with romanceᵃⁿᵈcandy; passion will gush like an artesian well humming our moaning; any sigh will have the grapes' taste fed and erupting in love;

when you're small and happy without haggling with no one it's your gift to be whatever which some believes you are you are the beastly scientist, best healer, beastly teacher, best dreamer, beastly singer, (expected hope), a mastermind you are, – you are that child until, not ready to make happy, anyone, you'll be like any good thing gone who ain’t gonna call for none you'll be the winner of your life

[a fury dispersed to nowhere, exactly as it was brought] The difference between me and you are made by our habits and our different way of living our life. We're not hanging around in the same entourage. We don't even know each other, but with all these nothing stopped us to share some ideas about something that we've been agreed, at a time. [have to repeat/mention again, we never ever met] I don't know you, didn't introduce myself to you. I never saw you, touched you, characterized you. I never criticized you, cursed you, abused you, or harmed you. I never admired you or boasted you. (no confusions for an appreciation of a post shared) Still, you thought you have any right to hurt me. Why? But this is your problem. Spend your time exactly as you like describing yourself thru your own actions. Be indifferent. Treat everyone and everything with arrogance. After all, voluntary or involuntary, it is about who you are or how you like to be and look alike. I'll end

it is the sly hour with the story of your smile, smile with which you simulate your absence absence that welded in you, my presence, presence that seems to start daily with a new foreplay for testing your balance balance placed between loving and forgetting enough to pollinate your eardrums eardrums that hear me buzzing tenderly, like a honey-bee; catty, like the story of your smile

you're not insane but just enamored of me… — any rationality or logic fades away to make a place to dream out loud to lose yourself surrounded in a literature unstructured but with a profound repertoire at a higher level where mutatis mutandis you're divulged in the edition of my love

a hundred bottles line the shore enough to reflect on my sky your fantasy enough to harden my time enough to guide my darkness to your sun enough to know one's wicked gonna come enough you to feel me I'm better than you

the one I love... the one who loves me… and me... know nothing about sex... I don't make fellatio and I don't get cunnilingus... [or anything like this...] we try to discover each other using only our fingers to play… [Rummikub…] other days and nights, we watch just tv, or listen to our music, [dancing... rare•ly] tonight we will play again, [on our bed], Macau, Scrabble, or Chess, [of course...], our juice will be sipped using more than II tactics, until we'll put us in checkmate... the fantasizing strategy wears our name, he's my king & queen is me in love's realm

« Chargée de fruits légers aux lèvres Parée pe mille fleurs variées Glorieuse dans les bras du soleil Heureuse d'un oiseau familier Ravie d'une goutte de pluie Plus belle que le ciel du matin Fidèle Je parle d'un jardin je rêve Mais j'aime justement » ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ L'Amoureuse ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ «« Elle est debour sur mes paupières Et ses cheveux sont dans les miens, Elle a la forme de mes mains, Elle a la couleur de mes yeux, Elle s'engloutit dan mon ombre Comme une pierre sur le ciel. Elle a toujours les yeux ouverts Et ne me laisse pas dormir. Ses rêves en pleine lumière Font s'évaporer les soleils, Me font rire, pleurer et rire, Parler sans avoir rien à dire »» ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ Capitale de la douleur ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ « Ta voix, tes yeux, tes mains, tes lèvres, Nos silences, nos paroles, La lumière qui s’en va, la lumière qui revient, Un seul sourire pour nous deux, Par besoin de savoir, j’ai vu la nuit créer

in your witty sanity, you tired anyone to love me in like manner as you do; and the wildlife, flowers, and forests, seas, suns, and moons, acted for you with passion and emotion's intensity; but have you noticed any difference in the waiting for my naive gesture? sounds as if wʰᵉʳᵉdⁱᵈwᵉgᵒILᵒᵛᵉYᵒᵘ more