Poetic Allusions · Un P'tit Je Ne Sais Quoi

infuse my blood with your love crowned with the light of tonight furrow my body with kisses and paint the walls of my soul spherical sparks of your touches i wanna feel 'em sculpting me your orgasmic ink i wanna erupt thru phraseology of my fingertips i wanna the rebellious synapses to do us the paradise will's magic

before poetry, i have dreams with the bare ankles, i have visions with the taste of universe murmurs, i have the morning stars moaning in the greens, i have ears inside my heart that listen to a melody, i have wings mounted at a radio begging me to fly, [and i do it], to get you, flying in ascendant's triad of my sun/moon and starlights, with love's emblem and no fuss, so you can fall asleep and meet me

out of the wrist of my dreams, zephyrs of my confidential scents are unchained in his moments to [bring to him my joy] evoked by the symphony of the senses with a charming potion of my charisma I'm smoothing his spirit in its assembly for in musical notes, I'm under the covers enough to chase away miserable thoughts and his peculiar embroidered nightmares

Waves of lyrics, — the new arguments. Each day only you... — a new fairy-tale. An ephemeral season... — it's the host. Me... longing for you in agony, — lost. [You live in mine, — I live in yours, —] Past brought till present, in the narration of a kiss... — kept. At least our future to be concrete. In the scent of each night, each phase, — it is felt... a bohemian, — You... Me, — sonnet. Both of us... — chemistry and math.