Poetic Allusions · Un P'tit Je Ne Sais Quoi

some tagged me, — poetess... [shhh...] [like you, i smiled too] [trenchantly arrogant] [didn't correct 'em], i let their faux pas beliefs slip lento to my fingers, choosing to pen 'em with the words of my soul's language, having as proofreader the whispers of my emotions texts got molded in tints of my eyes' dialect, rhyming with a questioning laugh, deeply and artfully aimed ​by my spectral thoughts with crystalline sounds like some infant's sin my DNA, like the graphene, defined to me how to love... [to love you...] [to love stuff…], [which must be done as much as is necessary, gradually and sufficiently to not get injured] … some tagged me, — poetess... [shhh...], they felt my sweet escape at the rococo degree

i want you to know each day is profound, exactly as you left me, gone and howled till I've been light enough to fly into your mind, full of trouble and rituals for this incident to hap just by making me to fall… [in your love] i want you to know that anything you did and you do to me still shine on through forever as wherever you're kept to feel me in fondness of flowers with pigments of my sunrise, tamed to get lost in your eyes

huge scenic background of stars, of blue air, of art created by your universe in my galaxy, for the desire of action, of a delighting touch full of optimism, brightly colored with the hue of happiness for the promises achieved by us each day and night, when it was allowed to reshape our reality, and where nor even the gods didn't find it necessary to intervene, on the contrary, built many other new realms, endlessly in our fantasies to go on get in there