Poetic Allusions · Un P'tit Je Ne Sais Quoi

my love for you, it doesn't sit… it grows all your lures and games are shipping me to sin you do me hunger… you do me thirst… and with all that, my kiss, it intuits your grins i have a sly gift to see you when you hate being seen my dream is my cat-sleep savored by you, — deep i'm your most coveted wish, my demons do you wildish like a fairy, i defy gravity, — i am as i'll be, there, for you doing you as do you like it, versified in my excellency

my blue night has the disorder's smell and the perverse silence even when the voices are heard in metaphoric algorithms… — [and that’s so frenglishly cynical…] lucky me because I’m beauty’s miracle, — a performer even in the sun even in the shadow attracting butterflies and Kolibri transcending above any fears, making darkness charming fire with any of my joys… emanated

Like a child of the Moon, I'm zigzagging myself in a culture that you share every day, framed in a square, so attentively and so devoutly, and so visible everywhere any way the wind blows. It makes me feel as if I got you in any thought of mine, wearing proudly the mark of your love, smoothly and impulsively, mused for me by you.

I love you… 𓇼 I love you in the grams of my soul with the cadences of my imagination 𓇼 I love you in the degrees of my body with the liters of my blood 𓇼 I love you in the magnetism of my thoughts with the seconds of my existence 𓇼 I love you in light's intensity of my nerves with the pressures of the fears 𓇼 I love you in the climaxes of my fantasies with the authentic explanations 𓇼 I love you in the compositions of my smiles with irreproachable manners 𓇼 I love you zigzagging incoherently, thinking to stay to get back to the one who loved me 𓇼 in any metric system of the entirely me… — I love you…