Poetic Allusions · Un P'tit Je Ne Sais Quoi

you, the one who knows I love you beyond presence, beyond absence, stop having doubts about my vibe I have the scent of you, lined on me, the happiness is meowing on my lips, love moans, this time feels different … you, the one who knows I love you right from the threshold of dreams, I have in my eyes, passion's rhythm the smile of my lust, it kisses hungry, it bursts out with its seducing potion privileging your nerves in my nerves … you, the one who knows i love you beyond presence, beyond absence, stop having doubts about my vibe … [forever, it's just you, and I, beyond]

On any cloud of the sky I wrote words to you with the angels' quill dipped in the ink of stars, using the letters of quasar created by my rainbow in the curve of your zenith On any cloud of the sky I got moves of the fantasy for the poesy you are, my muse of the muses, the lure of my demons the metaphor of metaphors the surreal of my realities On any cloud of the sky, it's been written by me whispers of the universe to you, — I Love You... I Love You in a way which doesn't feel human, for I am your passion's dialect