Poetic Allusions · Un P'tit Je Ne Sais Quoi

your lips have set up the hour when you want to be kissed and by who but my mouth, — imposter, — unpredictable… kiss you now to steal your sleep basically, recidivist as you know, in the prison of your mind, i'm locked i'm locked and i'm boiling, — i'm boiling and steaming, arousing each thread of your dreams

looking for me or showing yourself to me, it's not forbidden but just interpreted to be a sign of weakness, for your favorite discipline, — indifference, — displeased it accuses you, — even the blue attitude of the ocean confirms, — I could swear you already heard it pianissimo syllabicating I'm not but one only of your sweetest perfection

full weekend, – a sleeping marathon without thoughts tracking thoughts, just a fusion of answers to answers you to be, [have-no-idea], using titles with perfect at imperfect conjugated for even apocalypse to be convinced that no one can't get enough debates when confess is rather a limited stuff so-so incalculable, or too-too versed

I know your name… It has risen every morning in my thoughts… but I do not say it aloud, too terrified that the poetry you are with the fragile cat's paw will fall apart somewhere, not where I wait I know your name… I whisper it daily enough to not destabilize the chemistry of us… but also, me to not be somehow incriminated, for my mind bears you deeper than the eye can see Right Back Atcha by Dave Keller

— yes, I needed it... — how frequently? — daily, (to see you) — on the wish list? — bed, petals, you… (watching me…)

i search for something original something to fit with my mood to rime stylishly with a twilight when both of us fancied as one without censoring our feelings i search for something original which redoes alluring moments when we paced in bizarre ways ready for what wasn't expected in dependently underlined texts do you feel me as I feel you too i search for that something still