Poetic Allusions · Un P'tit Je Ne Sais Quoi

the summer night sprinkles lavishly sugar dust on the spikes of your fantasies so rare ripened in the oven of my lust to make them ambrosial i can feel the shining rustle from their soles until beyond the sweetness' sphere of the connection worn in a golden chariot of our multiple miracles and you bathe with me in the season of the peach out of the time's womb [while me, i'm lovin' you]