Poetic Allusions · Un P'tit Je Ne Sais Quoi

it was a box... for memories... (the wild ones) they said, — (aloud...) (looked like some smiles) an echo of the eyes, — (somebody specified) it was and it's so effusive,  (the glint of life), said others (some wrote about it...), (some made a film...), — i heard 'em mentioning, — some do it still... (into your mind...)

morning desires to yip all day, to comfort you as if I kiss you yet, changes are in intonation making any sound dissipate if there's any confusion, eject it, feel just my murmurs of love sip a coffee on your dreamy road tinted by a bitten windy wave in a spiced perfume of peony, joy, coriander, citrus, feel me, wear it in your hot thoughts, let it be me; love you in the divine frequency damn, you're hot, — sugar baby…