the sinner

Notes des Rues — Konstantinos Skopelitis
because beyond my eyes there is the sky
with the stars in your eyes;
because at confession, my soul hasn’t kept
the mystery of the poetry that you are;
because you know to read among the rows,
among the seasons, among all the points
and all the unspoken commas;
because towards me you were written
like a novel of amorous fiction;
because you met me all the way like that love
at the corner of the street thinking that I am
to everyone when I was just your poetry
and not of someone else;
because I lived you as two lives in another life
sharing all kind of emotions that some never heard;
because my confessions became yours
having the spell above of the sinner and
the culpability offered clearly, through the eyes
and eyelashes of the fragile balance of chemistry
and of everything that could be kissed;
because I’ve been searching for you so much
and by a sublime chance, I’ve found myself;
because your prayer to your God was with me,
and all my thoughts returned again to you,
I’m not____ guilty_____ open the door____

©ᵏᴼᵏᴼ ↭ un p’tit je ne sais quoi

Isaac Delusion │ Eric Street Band │ Fleetwood Mac

with you in mind

I can write to you only about everything I can not tell you
just for not disturbing your dreams with me on your site.
I already know your wireless feelings are hidden each night
and any fated day under the keypad circuits of your inbox.

So deep you’re fixed to be with me as I’m with you…in mind.

Etta James

wild Irish rose

i wonder if tomorrow will be on my sky
an acute sound of your language using
as incantation a bluesy touch with high
sweet vibrations to put fog in the spam,
and to be seen only the hue of a rainbow
in the shadow of a black-golden beam
wrapped in fragrance of a wild Irish rose
©ᵏᴼᵏᴼ ↭ un p’tit je ne sais quoi

attire of words

I’m gonna seek for you
through all the beasts
of my hamlet and yours
until I’ll get tired and then
I’m gonna take it again
from the beginning.

You will rummage beyond
my eyes and you’ll seek for me
inside you like a medicament
soothes a body.

I will send all the wolfs
of my soul to catch
your trace and to sniff
the scent that’s been
anointed by my wild heart.

You will send all the guards
of your spirit to look for me
through the place where
we kissed each other
for the first time and where
we used pseudonyms designed
nicely to look like a confusing
plastic love instead of names.

You will wander through
each path, beaten up with
the finesse of my steps and
sculptured by stones in a delta
just for cheering my ankles.

You will run like a madly one
howling through the valleys
of my mind, and through
the mountains of my senses
of the woman I am, but also,
through hilly hills of any story
of ours that reminds you of me.

Then, when you will find me,
I will love you… — I will love you
exactly as I did it from the moment
when my lips uttered the first verse
for you. I will love you as I’d supposed
to love you, — forever. Wearing
the attire of words from all our deeds
out of a perpetual spiral looking
for the absolute in the space
of metaphors and artistic myths.

©ᵏᴼᵏᴼ ↭ un p’tit je ne sais quoi 
Eric Clapton │ Say Yes Dog │ Mumford & Sons