Un P'tit Je Ne Sais Quoi

here I am... (the ink is still wet…) — the rains of your lust fall relentless, pathing through the noise of your psyche, anesthetized and seduced by the rays of my moon, exposed and mesmerized through the chimes of stars, enough to poison your blood with its crystallized honey for invoking me under the pen name, — I Am A Vampire — now, I possess the perfect excuse to metamorphose you... under my spell

the obscurity of life kept me absently in an unwanted profound melancholy ∙ your moods, into the harvest moon,  acceded 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‽) ∙ in a flash, — (too timid and nonplussed), my joy imagined itself we'll fly too high, and till we'll reach the soil, it will not be quite enough time to tell you to tell me... ∙ (i love you)............................................ ............................................(i love you)