Poetic Allusions · Un P'tit Je Ne Sais Quoi

here I am, all wet… rains of your lust fall in despite, pathing the motions of your psyche anesthetized and seduced by rays of my moon, so fascinated and mesmerized by the chimes of stars and yet so poisoning in your syrupy blood, that's able to invoke me to listen to your callings, as if I am a vampire metamorphosed under your spell

the obscurity of life kept me absent in a profound unwanted melancholy yet, your moods, into harvest moon,  succeeded to sail through me, serially, (title by title…), (edition by edition…), (one by one…), intensely murmuring, (inquiringly), at what hour do you rise to take me with you in your dreams but in a flash, (too timid and unnerved), my joy imagined itself we'll fly too high, and, till we'll reach the soil, it will be not quite enough time to tell you to tell me... (i love you)............................................ ............................................(i love you)