Poetic Allusions · Un P'tit Je Ne Sais Quoi

the galaxy rotates in the rhythm of the music for an authentic mood of the dreamer you are, lost and delighted, breathing my love and will, to cut up the shield where I am with your lust; emotions felt, set the joy no matter whenever in a tender blue with a merry Christmas, baby, for love of December is adorned by your thrill wrapped in a little bit of everything traditional 🎄

when you don't want to talk to anyone, I am the silence hidden in a magic sound you're not looking for it, but somehow you listen to it with angel eyes, confident cos I will always find a way to get to you

your heart, beyond any doubt, it's illiterate, — otherwise, what excuses I should find for it, (forever from now), — when it conjugates at imperfect, love's verb, as if it adores to watch me blazing in the beam of a sunset, when my body is pampered and blanketed with the shadows of your kisses, — entirely out of control, in searching for more, devoted to a perpetual exploring, (where's my girl ؟?).