Un P'tit Je Ne Sais Quoi

How tall is the grass cultivated by your brush on my fantasies' canvas, [it's an enigma] How many parties of colors got diluted with your rave in my thoughts' water, [it's swanky sin] How much joy brings to your air's ankle, when my wild blue eyes step on it, [it's atmosphere]

love me today exactly as if I'd be a suave melody, be poetic, be like a painter full of gentleness in his enormous attention for any detail... — love me today exactly as if you are hypnotized by some drops of rain in a tropical summer night to cool you to cool me by this fever full of longing love me today exactly as if you search for a reason that brings me back to you, not in the morning, not even at midnight, but at the hour when you read... my savor