Poetic Allusions · Un P'tit Je Ne Sais Quoi

clandestinely, your dreams open window of my dreams they're ripened in the sin's oven of ideating me, of ideating you vibe is diluted in mint's color of your eyes fixed on mine your one desire is I, invited with my one desire sizzling in yours …and in a snap dreams go in their silky sleep, [dawn budded]

like a belle muse, schemed and lured with the quill-pen, ends and starts the dream painted with the guitar's echo panicking our eyes and lips with the physique of passion, happily snowed and wrapped with the flakes of our lust, me ⇌ you, fusing in one desire, créme de la créme, love

in the mysterious feminine romanticism stimulated by that escapade mechanism with that explanatory instrument brought charmingly by a deep eloquent allusion, — the visual writing system deciphers gently an image by assembling it to several frames for creating that distinct connection, firmly felt amid the feelings of those sensations so well personified by intense emotions, which, if it could be put in a tangible practice would be useless, spoiling any signification for love's a stranger of our chic psychology

to write a novel about us could be an option; any memory is gonna gleam thru any future; would be as a dream that's rising at midnight to get a sparkle in any ray from morning dew; the ambassador will be a petite blue butterfly bringing bliss right when we're not expecting