Poetic Allusions · Un P'tit Je Ne Sais Quoi

In the hatred of a minute he wished to forget everything about her A speeding satellite confirmed his emotion Not even 1st fantasy hasn't remained as if they'd weren't Delete-Delete key was used Spirits ramble verbosely through queered hours A reason to wait aspiring to a better future

you're not a prophet in my prophecy but rather the ammo of my feelings... an eye-catching of something nutritive to liberate my fantasy generated when your love explodes inside me... enough to devour with mad lust your desire of me, described, qualified and disciplined in colors and sounds