©ᶜᵒᶜᵒ — un-p’tit-je-ne-sais-quoi
when I think of you I am another human being
for the other person has own story to write
when I longing you I am your forbidden dream
for you’re nothing but a royal shadow butterfly
when I’m missing you I paint you and frame you
with sleepless colors under the rays of my moon
for when I’m writing to you I use astral essences
pulsed by my sun to bring you back to the light
Soldier Story
your lips pressing lightly my lips,
a pamper in the liquid condition
wildish and sweetly like honey
your touches drip rain on my body
to purify it with electrified solution
of your natural tonic, fire full of art
your thought plunging in my thought
writing to me frankly all your love
not to be read, but to meet us again
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©ᶜᵒᶜᵒ — un-p’tit-je-ne-sais-quoi
was it not my purpose to fall in love with you
but to be happy and to taste the passion and
the magic of a miracle you are, my storyteller,
the writer costumed in a soldier of the words
using the polychromatic vestments of fantasy
provoking me to confess till I’m pouring down
amazing for I hate you so much as I miss you
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©ᶜᵒᶜᵒ — un-p’tit-je-ne-sais-quoi
