the kisses i saved for you I metamorphosed 'em in poetries some of them I anchored in garlicky standard environment that's why all feel drowsy and can't jinx us with their evil eye that's why they disappear with their malice in own malignity that's why we're fallin' in love daily at same frequency of love that's why no one can guess who's this you who's loving only me

young soul, spirit buoyant, cocooned in explosive attires, — i am illustrated in feral content, chicaning in feathery words, — i'm felt no wonder my poetry is me, gesticulating, here and there, — natural that's why you recognize me when you read it; i signed it, — into you you fade in my poetic number, with… (un p’tit je ne sais quoi) i do you

the character of today has, some spring floral touch, draped lightly in a dash of smile, acidulated with a peck kiss marked in a bluish growl, to seduce the wait and the dreams to sway, lovely… in some other place, just the two of us to play