Poetic Allusions · Un P'tit Je Ne Sais Quoi

to not stop the insanity of love, a tenderly memories' cascade intones thru the veins of a poet, gentle breaths masked in lust from an elixir of a laced chalice guided by the kissed dreams in the whispers of the wishes, a sense triumphs into a passion grounded into a time undirected, longing's gravity it gesticulates charming confessions about us, miming geography of our words never problems just work of art

Do you remember when and how we've met in the middle of a speculative blue note song… I was on G+ (exploring stuff); by magic, (you…) appeared in that unknown universe with lots of galleries, as if you've been a quicksilver kind. Inside that space, some had barbarous profiles with plenty of pixels and longings to see. Then, you came into my sight like an androgynous with a look spoiled in dreams' circuit, adrenaline, and drama, and the pathed pulse at a click away. We dreamt of poetry, melodious lyrics, and voices with their souls hidden thru a keyboard or mouse. Your hologram maybe was seeking like me for an indubitable feeling and a definition, using a few subtle skills, to modify somehow our world. A bit.