Poetic Allusions · Un P'tit Je Ne Sais Quoi

oh, you little one, — you look as if you'd been in the house of wolves composed or else, why, adequately, to play intimate strategies, just to occupy my thought with yours or both minds to be equally preoccupied to taste the whispers of one to the other or both mouths be guided by the magic drops of a soundless honey into the cosmic reveries or else why love is sculpted into the stars by the stars exactly as I'm here you're there, so-so passionately, dreaming

gently, touch me, — (as if you're blind) ride your lips, — (on my skin) arouse my longing, — (with your kiss) my lyrical whisper is, — (your love's escape...) (somewhere that looks like '50s)

When you feel tired... do you try to hide in some beautiful things? With gentleness, do you try to grip to caress your scattered thoughts? Try, let happy moments touch you, to snap you out of any weariness [I know I like to do as I wish to do], [I love to hide in beautiful things]