If you’ll try to recreate me in the shape
of your fiction modeling me in deaf sentences
and old letters used by gods and goddesses,
I’m gonna feel it.
After all, I paid a price in the coins of dreams
for my innocent love you sacrificed.
©ᵏᴼᵏᴼ ↭ un p’tit je ne sais quoi
Michelle Gurevich
you metamorphosed me to be the whispers of stars
properly orchestrated by your wildish thoughts, making me
look like a tableau vivant out of your preferred shade
of the abstract as if we’re meant to be metaphysical as one.
Under the influence of the moon breeze, your incantations
organized appears whenever, wherever, and in any way
provoking me to create additional names to love, — our love.
Under the influence of the moon breeze and of its charisma,
I invoked its power to lure you inside of my unpredictability
for your name is now, — give‧me‧your‧fire‧give‧me‧your‧rain.
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un p’tit je ne sais quoi © ᶜᵒᶜᵒ
