Poetic Allusions · Un P'tit Je Ne Sais Quoi

in an old castle... (i live), — my room is lit with fairy tales; look closely and you'll gonna see it in the side of twilight wing ‣‣‣‣ since i prefer not show myself, people keep thinking i'm a witch; no one has any faith in me, yet, i persist on fulfilling their dreams ‣‣‣‣ i am the daughter of the stars, i shine on every sky of everybody's souls; i speak in dialect of hopes, my voice is painted in velvety accent of love ‣‣‣‣ i wear most shiny vestments, sophisticated powdered... in warm and sweeten tints; saw by some, some counterfeited 'em to use 'em as costume of Halloween ‣‣‣‣ in an old castle, (not where i live), but where people aim for the heart of one i'm not

I am trained to remember even now some clouds in some sable tempers, bringing from nowhere, out of the blue, a frightening rainfall I tend to feel their drops' corpulence under my soles still, counting my steps and lauding my team's equipment, overly It's like I'm absorbed in their ripples, that sends you to help yourself to me, if you have those goals, enough to win when you step on the handball court As an athlete, I'm trained to remember I was born to be a champion. So I am.

when i want love, my lungs hear my wish letting a song be, — [your hands on my dreaming heart]; in between, another song prepares your lips on my lips to push me to the stars [to moan... with mad lust]; adjusted by the light of your eyes, i'm kissed and wrapped in poetry's empire [for love is what it is], — king of your heart and queen of my heart where i call you and you call me anytime [at the hour of the abstract art];

it is the sly hour with the story of your smile, smile with which you simulate your absence absence that welded in you, my presence, presence that seems to start daily with a new foreplay for testing your balance balance placed between loving and forgetting enough to pollinate your eardrums eardrums that hear me buzzing tenderly, like a honey-bee; catty, like the story of your smile

your eyes, lips, face, body, hands, feet, hair, seem cabalistic as if it's a sacred will, you to be sculpted in my mind every day, over again … confident, I sowed on you a smile dreamily and equally temptingly, like a strange color blue, chiseled to rend you ample, all of my graph