Poetic Allusions · Un P'tit Je Ne Sais Quoi

the morning ran emotionally wild, and me, i've had a mood to whistle, probably because of the pipe dream that ended with... passionate kisses 𓇼 the midday, to stay awhile longer, it wished for some naughty break, probably to smoke the sensations i live 'em when mind flies... [a bit] 𓇼 the night looks trained, but it isn't, once that's inside, my love reacts, like a time bomb, i blow up desire, probably because... i love you a lot

oh, lover by sea, — you opted to get to me only as shadow being nonentity no one will actually feel if you want me… by all neglected, my billets d'amour listed will pass quietly yet your dryness will be watered smoothly in my dark tones as your irises plan pictures of my silhouette known by you only

today, the sky's skin mirrors poetry's anatomy of some souls, vested in the lights' vestments those souls could be mine and yours, blandly running to the sea to debug a joy hid in time data of those souls support us to feel that fire freeing the caressing range of love's overture [i might fall in love with you… but would you?]