Poetic Allusions · Un P'tit Je Ne Sais Quoi

when our shadows kissed each other, and our smells have leaned on our lips, and our core had so much of too many tricks to hold in music's balanced style with its sublime relish as we transpired, was maybe an alibi in trying to discern how it could be if it'll be when it'll be a dream's desire which doesn't give you /doesn't give me one moment of peace until its deep essence will be fulfilled, as we longed and begged for (all along)

you're not a prophet in my prophecy but rather the ammo of my feelings... an eye-catching of something nutritive to liberate my fantasy generated when your love explodes inside me... enough to devour with mad lust your desire of me, described, qualified and disciplined in colors and sounds