Poetic Allusions · Un P'tit Je Ne Sais Quoi

kilograms of hours, all my longing weighs; it’s seen on my thighs, hankering to feel you laying ’em in a split to look in… to moan… to love what you see kilograms of smoko, the stars sang a blues, invoking your throb, (a sensual cure) gasping in my bedding, crazy charming nest agonized by dreams kilograms of hope, around here and there just a touch away in illegal fun’s style with me hung in future with you in the past pirating my smile kilograms of words are still summon you to summon up… me

I thought nobody will inspire me ever, — yet, you took me out of every bête noire. Now, I don't head anymore in bad routes for I rise without fading in hypersomnia (of space and time), (of water and dust).