kiss kiss bang bang


I hid some kisses in the deepest inner maze of your eardrum
then I filled it with music and few witty words highly heard
in any language, sufficiently for my tongue and yours to can
replace any tone, any consonant, and syllable, for we to melt
in any new/old suspiration invented and storied by both of us
into multitudes of our fire and joy carved by our desires using
beastly sensual hues fueled with many other slippery sounds
inside of our mutual lusts and a kiss-kiss-bang-bang volume
©ᵏᴼᵏᴼ ↭ un p’tit je ne sais quoi

The Eden House

blues won’t leave me alone


when delicious whispers are
spread in my mind and soul  
because are looking for you in
 the searching for those touches
without the end and in those
deeds without the beginning,
i always turn on the blues…
blues won’t leave me alone
©ᵏᴼᵏᴼ ↭ un p’tit je ne sais quoi

RSO

ᵉᵛⁱˡ mama


your own you, out of my own asset
is the synonym with the way you love me,
is the anatomy of an imaginary hug,
is our unconsumed touch,
is your way to caress me
with a soften appellative, ᵉᵛⁱˡ mama
is the combination of both of us,
the composers of happiness, —
me too time too time too… you…

©ᵏᴼᵏᴼ ↭ un p’tit je ne sais quoi

Joe Bonamassa

The 1975