Poetic Allusions · Un P'tit Je Ne Sais Quoi

if i were your jukebox, experiment me beautiful 𓇼 when you put your token inside me… be imaginative 𓇼 pay attention to any figure of speech and tempo 𓇼 i'll make you bleed till you'll ask for transfusion 𓇼 playful, with rhythm and soul, i'll rock you till i fresh you 𓇼 tactic, it's my nom de plume, the new bad habit, [the game] 𓇼 anything's possible… if you could eliminate, — the if

you unveiled, leaf by leaf, my typical senses, and artfully, dissolved 'em, in a twilight garden through a time of year; 𓇼 moon's nudity, in velvety veils, has peeped at my timidity, hidden in the blue river of your obediently multiplex stars; 𓇼 now, your longings drink me beastly, savoring, conjugated, the love I've worn for you... a deepen one, you let it bleed...