Poetic Allusions · Un P'tit Je Ne Sais Quoi

your lips have set up the hour when you want to be kissed and by who but my mouth, — imposter, — unpredictable… kiss you now to steal your sleep basically, recidivist as you know, in the prison of your mind, i'm locked i'm locked and i'm boiling, — i'm boiling and steaming, arousing each thread of your dreams