Poetic Allusions · Un P'tit Je Ne Sais Quoi

could you let the reality get deformed because — loving me, it's your dream, and loving you, it's my fantasy with all my smiles and giggles, synchronized with any moments since you met me, also, with all my lack of experience in waving your thoughts paid with lots precious attentions in beauty sessions of your inseparable emotions, coupled at the ylang-ylang perfume of my soul, and assimilated with secret's fineness of a message hidden in the unique taste of a me‧ta‧xa, explored slowly, to not get scared the kiss that's been longing a lot for our lips to talk fluently in lust's dialect vibing into the all undivided parameter found in the mage of watermelon sugar, winded in the torrential love chemistry

some think that a part of me disturbed you while in reality, you designed this diabolism, anything to appear as if we left magic gone, as if it was nothing anymore, [to explore...] let it be, let them think whatever they want, important is that our love feels like a Sunday

I untangled my words out of the coat of a deep blue sky woven with clouds. I knotted them with lots of I-Love-You. Then, with the needle of the night clock, I've sewed the moon in your eyes. Some said at a time that in your eyes is placed the meaning of the world, — but, me, I knew in your eyes sit touched the significance of any effect on us, cos once, in a first quarter of the moon, a lucky star has smitten in your sight. So I've been starting to see you brighter for the way you revealed yourself to me, vibrating and crossing inside my soul, using your lips with a devouring lust to open the padlock of my eyelashes, in craters of your dawns to scintillate.