Poetic Allusions · Un P'tit Je Ne Sais Quoi

don't you see I'm burning with desire to see you? .............................................................................. to identify you in any of my fantasy all the best artists used their emotions the seductive colors of words built you to be my fire fine structured musical compositions melt me in you in real life with accuracy exposed on your face sketched by memories the verses of stars are in your eyes the lips of my inexhaustible blue tales are devouring yours; [you don't oppose]

huge scenic background of stars, of blue air, of art created by your universe in my galaxy, for the desire of action, of a delighting touch full of optimism, brightly colored with the hue of happiness for the promises achieved by us each day and night, when it was allowed to reshape our reality, and where nor even the gods didn't find it necessary to intervene, on the contrary, built many other new realms, endlessly in our fantasies to go on get in there

hey, — you… — the sovereign of my poetry, ⋯ open your voicemail, for heaven’s sake; you have several missed messages, — (some are mine…); did you forget you promised me you’ll teach me the art of love…‽ ⋯⋯⋯ (at a given moment, in a staccato manner, — the inbox got a moral asset); ⋯⋯⋯ Have you ever longed for a certain person who hadn’t had to be, but you thought how it could have been the two of you, together and not what wasn’t and never will be‽ ⋯ Have you ever thought it is out of date, to try, to wish and to know what could’ve been like‽ ⋯ Have you had the privilege of being shunned by someone who’s now amalgamated by a song without knowing if its echo will turn up to bite your ears’ ears, which fail of being apt to hear…‽ ⋯⋯⋯ I miss you. I miss you like a forgotten verse, uttered sublimely on what should have been, as if you’re a poet who hankers to get in me to write (without deducing) I might want you. ⋯ I miss you from some hypothetical time zone of a nameless future, (just as

from one end to the other end · from the first accord to the last string · from the beginning till the final limit · from existence to resistance · my love for you, your love for me, side by side, can't be stopped · we're starved, we're wild, lust's valise waits at love's portal · filled with plenty of tenderness transports us on time's orbits · our silhouettes full of energy motivate us to want it all · from one end to the other end · from the first accord to the last string · from the beginning till the final limit · from existence to resistance · my love, — your love