Un P'tit Je Ne Sais Quoi

put the love everywhere, — in the food... in the wine... (nourish and tend to yourself) put the love in the smiles, in the colors, in the sounds... (fill your whole being with all of these) put the love on any approach, on every step, on whispers... on caresses... (apply it to the physical world, using the recommended dose) (apply it to the demons, both yours and theirs, — strictly following the instructions) spread it through the times, through every second... through every minute... through every hour, day, week, month, and year put the love everywhere and above all... but do not add an extra drop (it might awaken the fear… — the one that goes by the name, — the Silent One...) ⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯

I have only one minute to linger around here depends on you what could you do with it if I'd be wrong, not so-so... not too-too... faultless, I'd be if you'd be a bit in this scheme of... if

I'm going to love you until the end of the world and again, no matter the time zones , no matter if it's going to rain or if it will be a shiny day, no matter the aurora borealis or the eclipse of the moon or of the sun, or if one of those will be partial or total, or if it'll be sea's flows and ebbs . All my senses run through the times without caring about minus and plus infinity , for my thrills live respiring in you despite where you are, where you'll be.

even now, your thoughts give glitter to my air, scratching with free verses, some deeds, where once, we allowed us to paint strategically, our word with tints rooted in our  drive

I thought nobody will inspire me ever, — yet, you took me out of every bête noire. Now, I don't head anymore in bad routes for I rise without fading in hypersomnia (of space and time), (of water and dust).

I feel like a child who flees to his mother, complaining of disloyalty. I'm throwing my thoughts to the hazard again for the umpteenth time. (It's my way of fighting with this demon). Well, Dear Me, it has been six months since I've had this fight with this wretch. Almost three weeks since I had the surgery. Three days have passed since the test results came. It brought me a smile. Now it remained one more frenglishly step. One more frenglishly step to be able to drink from the cup of victory. After all, I am a Champion. I know I'll win this fight, even if I was never prepared for this game. Someday, I don't know when, I will look back and admire the force with which I pass now through the fire. One day, I'm gonna laugh at this fire that now burns, evilly. I'll win.🏆 I know for sure.🥂🍾

I will read in your palm the future. It's enough to put your hand on the side of my heart, to hear my life's pulse, articulating your whispers, syllabified tenderly with my fingertips on your lips. Confused? You expected me to profess chiromancy? You forgot? I told you, — (remember I'm poetry) in today's music's intestines, using niche, — (high alert), camouflaged in your sigh, — (honey-babe, don't be late).

every single night, the moon, with its light, it's touching my skin, sculpting me, like that, in various forms 🌹 into lunar aesthetic is known as shadow

i said i'll wait for you, 'no matter how', hoping "no matter how", it will be shorter, sugar high