Poetic Allusions · Un P'tit Je Ne Sais Quoi

beyond my window is you talking with I don't know who but looks as if you're talking with me in an irrational dialect radiating so, in your eyes, the entrance towards my soul beyond of you is the moon, — the window toward dreams, where some dogs bark to guard fancies' sheepfold by some stars that lurk if you talk with I don't know who but looks as if you're talking with me beyond these hazy thoughts is a porcelain tome which tries your imagination to ask yourself if you are the one who's beyond my window, barking like a dog, guarding fancies' sheepfold, lurking the stars in my eyes

kiss of sweet dreams, – a tableau painted with non-toxic crayons crayons are your lips biting mine arousing the bestial lust... inside inside i want to feel you, profound sonnet, recital, tender mega sound