Poetic Allusions · Un P'tit Je Ne Sais Quoi

Are inscriptions through all your dreams that dream about me. They're written in the language of love utilizing the alphabet of heroes and saints, together to bloom through any appearance. Any self of me with any self of you transformed us into poems just to run from story to story created by the fruitfulness of your hallucinations which visualize me. Memories are seen even from the first picture. So extravagantly your love rocks, magically sheltered in the carrying stars to where you are...

You showed me the bright side of your air, but me, — I felt shined just on your obscurest side. Hopes, entwined, got held tight on both sides. In the dark in the light, panting and shivering for an idea drawn in the whispers of our spirit. I thought. I tried... You tried... Our mind voice rose all the octaves once... twice... and again. Suddenly, you were lured to get into a vortex. A shift to reverse was your bet at a midnight. Light of abandon, your trophy, — a lilac wine [sweet—heady—unsteady, where's my love?]