Poetic Allusions · Un P'tit Je Ne Sais Quoi

(in love), — the dawn's romances sent to beauty sleep, (the poetry), which I composed it… (last night) 𓇼 but if you'll feel some thirst for it, sip its whispers spiced in passion and decanted in my inviting verve 𓇼 if it tends not to catch the message, let your heart roll the dice, to find poetry's idyllic sculpture twinkling 𓇼 it's chiseled with the desire's breeze, and satinized in the sea's pigment at the hour of our vulnerabilities…

if you will step this way, with your lips slipping on curves of my body like a painter which sweeps gentle tints with its brush on canvas, — i'll see rainbows' spiral, i'll hear stars' magic vibe, i'll feel expert to switch, any astrophysics, says (...), a little monster, without false confidence to one who rests in blue, – la femme à la peau bleue