Poetic Allusions · Un P'tit Je Ne Sais Quoi

i appeared in front of you naked as my gaze's color; (how blue can you get...) i left you to lure my mind with hope and joy of days; each day became (today) created mentally, (salut...), it metamorphosed itself into topic ᵀᴼDʳᵉᵃᵐAᵇᵒᵘᵗYᵒᵘ‧‧‧ sunrises were lune-poems, noons were flash fiction, nights, a story in six-words masterminded by music from season to season love played its game well (nor friends), (nor lovers), as Mystique, as Mysterio, we acted... as characters we've frenglishly... deeply, we paid in smiley coins and we ended as we started... two of us, blue on black, playing “truth is like poetry even if most folks hate it”

I'm gonna point the finger at you, anyone to see who's the one who caresses me and shapes my soul with its thoughts full of grace and deeds, along with gentle touches, like the breeze of summer nights stuffed with whispers of longing and a sprightly wily contemplation, lulled through the wave of feelings, pearled words, and amusing savor in magic gifts of any gifted guitarist, with us, in a wink of riffs, avowing, I‧found‧Love‧when‧I‧found‧You