Poetic Allusions · Un P'tit Je Ne Sais Quoi

i wing along a branched spiral of some sweet dreams located on a certain planet, where, your love for me is keeping me safe comforted inside you, my Venus can't tear out from the wild waves of your fantasies, to rain with gallons of the truth's illusion even if i love you, reality's tactic is rather ill-shapen, cos some 'insects' try to claim you still, forcing me to dance with whatever feeling yet, in spite of everything, my words are waltzing as i fly,  winging some sweet dreams along a branched spiral, like your love for me

a riverwalk, — my body; your mouth, — my lover voodoo me transpire magic suspirations…

Can you talk without having any knowledge about the one who supposed to listen to you passionately and conclusively? Doesn't it feel as if your voice puts your brain in a quandary? All you want is to read the magic of the stars. And yet, to do it, isn't essential to gaze into the eyes of the one who's loved? I found wondering myself, even as tempted, I imagined the lips of this enigmatic one, who's gazing at what wants to hear, while without getting pressured, it experiences all the songs' words. It's a vibe as if it reads me, wanting to identify on which side of the syllables am I sleep, and which word must be breathed... That one is dulcifying by itself with poetic thrills, ruled at a pub, somewhere on a roof known as the blue café, in a «yAyAyA» realm comparable to milky-way, as if I know what it's like to be not to be.

thru the love's poem, — traveling, with the silent voice of yours adorned magnificently in me, i listen to your caresses, — your caresses are so exquisitely, watching my dream smoothly sliding on the limit of your lips, — your lips are so sophisticatedly, stepping in the dispute of my heart that digests tendency's breeze, — tendency's breeze, an aphrodisiac, howling without fuss, to ingest you, inside the goodly bad love of mine