Poetic Allusions · Un P'tit Je Ne Sais Quoi

like a ladybug, my thoughts walk on tiptoes toward a leaf of a rose shaded by its petals full of crystalline dew from a dream's origin where was never too late to love you, [never] this hysterical lust kept in my coded essences for five long years, you felt it, too, on your lips, hunting me musically in a bouquet of red wine just enough for your whispers to kiss my body i lost even my thoughts' number full of spirit since i've been loving you… metamorphosed in a rain of a summer, in a season of the sun, saluting inquiringly, our love's bizarre script

my legs got tightened up, got crossed, got rigid, they forgot what is flexibility my joint got fettered in the sky's shred of your thoughts, when you kissed me in me was in a flash the ± ∞ °C degrees; i got freezing and melting in your arms the sound articulated by my entire body g ot last forever in the grip of your longs universe was listening to my confession; i was loving insanely, your light shine in and meanwhile, love burgeoned into me; its scent is spread up thru all of my pores the cold is felt warm, warm is felt good; i feed myself never enough, but i'm lively full of love, i dance and travel wherever; something on me has the pulse of yours

love has its own path; it's like a fine gas which spreads in you through all your blood; it's like a poison that paralyzes you before you know it; when you realized, it's too late... the time is too short or too fast; all you can say is, — have... that certain thing, (un p’tit je ne sais quoi)

For you didn't want to see me anymore, it's not okay. I have to understand why… Maybe you don't wanna see me any more sad, weeping, or complaining myself in an equal and contagious frequency about pains created by a headache or fake loyalty to people that are pretending to be something they're not. Or… You don't want to see me anymore, agonizing too easily because of others' sufferance… See, are a lot of questions that could be planted for finding the true answer, isn't it? Maybe because you dream about me, you don't wanna see me anymore in your dreams… No matter what you're asking for, no matter what you want, the answer is in you. In me, at this present moment, slides softly a heartbreaking melody… brilliant and sweet and acid at the same time. A midnight blues that could define someone's mood. But whose could be…  [who knows…]