I went back here, – to the scene of adventures,
where I’ve been loved you for so many times,
and where you serious taught me the silence
and about how should be this scattered and
released, then again to be caught in the fist

I went back here, – to the scene of adventures
for reviving myself in your non-earthly beauty
by abandoning myself through your thoughts
lost in the space and abyss of a fragile color
reflected delightfully in a blue shell of the sea

Luther Allison

with your eyes

I am slipping inside you
like sand in an hourglass,
like time in another time
evaluated at your °C degrees
in the symphony of my fever
infused in the dew of yours
with your eyes echoing glow
to my unseen Venus mirrored
in the art of your magnetism
un p’tit je ne sais quoi © ᶜᵒᶜᵒ

The Blue Poets

where I wait

where I wait... deeper than the eye can see

I know your name
It rose every morning
in my thoughts
I’m not saying it aloud
too terrified that poetry
with its fragile air
will fall apart with you
somewhere not where I wait

I know your name
I’m whispering it
to not destabilize
our chemistry
and me to not be
somehow incriminated
that my mind bears you
deeper than the eye can see

©ᵏᴼᵏᴼ ↭ un p’tit je ne sais quoi

Dave Gahan │ Dave Keller

how deep this river runs

I will never look for you again, — and take it

as an announcement of a love’s declaration,
like a sublime orgasm totally lacked which
teased our blood with the heat of the drug
given by a song found as it was before now,
in poetry suspended in time… —  are enough
memories and plenty of time to remember…
depends about… — how deep this river runs
un p’tit je ne sais quoi © ᶜᵒᶜᵒ
Joe Bonamassa