Poetic Allusions · Un P'tit Je Ne Sais Quoi

I stir pleasure, — exactly as begonias do, — I intimidate you… sensibly and timidly your eyes delight in all of my varieties, — instantaneously… you dreamt of this moment dozen of days, — in your absolute, you feel it my fragrance is in you, — perfectly… — how I blossom you love to watch… — but how much light and warm or water is allowed or is forbidden, — you can't yet estimate

you unveiled, leaf by leaf, my typical senses, and artfully, dissolved 'em, in a twilight garden through a time of year; 𓇼 moon's nudity, in velvety veils, has peeped at my timidity, hidden in the blue river of your obediently multiplex stars; 𓇼 now, your longings drink me beastly, savoring, conjugated, the love I've worn for you... a deepen one, you let it bleed...