Poetic Allusions · Un P'tit Je Ne Sais Quoi

all my longing for you had started arguing with me, but you came... [the meeting with you stopped it...] in my modern loneliness, your whisper is like a violin whose strings only I can touch 'em, to calm me down any of my worries get metamorphosed in a sweet thrill as your lips slip on my skin's skin to spell a new song in your arms, my love for you is lyric; any radio station, in my deep blue galaxy, plays continuously its hit …and i'm not dreaming, but if i'll do, don't wake me up

my poetry, — [it has no words] but feelings and emotions [and eyes] [and jaws] [and skin] [and pulse] [and blood] [and soul]; my poetry, it is a being, — [it lives], [it cries], [it smiles], [it bleeds], [gets thirsty and gets hungry], [it's free and prisoner at once]; my poetry is going up and down, [it sings and dances, and it draws]; [it's what one wants and even more], [it sneezes, whistles and it sails]; my poetry is virgin and is vampin' [it pleases any pleasant pleased]; [it's sin and innocence], [it's wolfing] it's animal of you, it's sensual of me.