Poetic Allusions · Un P'tit Je Ne Sais Quoi

let's drink a coffee, a tea, let's talk about us, or just let's watch ourselves at each other to feel together how often love kissed us... [it whispered at my soul's roots, the spring]; let your mind's steps tread on the doorstep of my blues using a poem without uttering  love's words, lusts, and longings but only be felt in the emotional charging of your cells; let your chromosomes' scent get spread up... tenderly to touch my meadow of buttercups placed in my dreams among time and space with the noise of verses moaning your name … whispered again at my soul's roots, – spring;

... But if you love and just need to have desires  let these be your desires: To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night. To know the pain of too much tenderness. To be wounded by your own understanding of love; And to bleed willingly and joyfully. To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving; To rest at the noon hour and meditate love's ecstasy; To return home to eventide with gratitude; And then to sleep with a prayer for the beloved in your heart and a song of praise upon your lips.