Poetic Allusions · Un P'tit Je Ne Sais Quoi

in an old castle... (i live), — my room is lit with fairy tales; look closely and you'll gonna see it in the side of twilight wing ‣‣‣‣ since i prefer not show myself, people keep thinking i'm a witch; no one has any faith in me, yet, i persist on fulfilling their dreams ‣‣‣‣ i am the daughter of the stars, i shine on every sky of everybody's souls; i speak in dialect of hopes, my voice is painted in velvety accent of love ‣‣‣‣ i wear most shiny vestments, sophisticated powdered... in warm and sweeten tints; saw by some, some counterfeited 'em to use 'em as costume of Halloween ‣‣‣‣ in an old castle, (not where i live), but where people aim for the heart of one i'm not

your thought never knocks at the door of my dreams... simply gets in, [straight from the night's road famished of me], — naked undressed, — your shadow models me with temptations oxygenating me in the arrangements of liquid nights... — multiplied our perfume, — [the embers of love], increase our temperature... you devour me... I devour you... you breathe me... I breathe you... untamed from google's navel to specter's navel, we're fairy tales  hypnotized in someone's song out of another one's song, — dancing on the sun

his lips narrate gently on her skin the metagalactic love felt for her… (a blue marvel love enlightened), a loyal companion, (the moon), in all its stage and with any kind of imperfection and excellency; her lips nonchalantly articulate tenderly, his name, — a name that invites you simultaneously to relax while manifests by self wildly and avidly in lure's parade as is felt in their acute passion; his lips and her lips scream love and express their longing, without waiting for the morning lights, — their deifying's to live the moment;