midnight


the night defines
my atmosphere; —
noises of the town
hums softly
in my thoughts; —
the clock ticks slowly
your sonorous tremor
to the moon ecstasy,
for in a smooth vibe
of a destination it is
the cyclic crazy love
among midnight and
goddess of the dawn

©ᶜᵒᶜᵒ — un-p’tit-je-ne-sais-quoi

Khruangbin, Leon Bridges

back to the light


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

©ᶜᵒᶜᵒ — un-p’tit-je-ne-sais-quoi

Soldier Story

electrified


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
‧‧‧‧‧‧‧‧‧‧‧‧‧‧‧‧‧‧‧‧‧‧‧‧‧‧‧‧‧‧
©ᶜᵒᶜᵒ — un-p’tit-je-ne-sais-quoi

Percy Falls │ The Smocks

was it not


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
_____________
©ᶜᵒᶜᵒ — un-p’tit-je-ne-sais-quoi

Marian Hill │ Juke Ross │ Alexander 23

aftermath


one day you’ll see me
and you’ll ask me, —
“is it you?”
politely I’ll reply to you, —
“no…I’m not…”

is the weird aftermath
of knowing you
only in my dreams
using the parade of feelings
with the cryptic parody
in the satire of life
for the creed of its games

one day I’ll see you
and I will ask you, —
“where have you been?”
and you’ll reply to me politely, —
“nowhere but in your dream”
_____________

©ᶜᵒᶜᵒ — un-p’tit-je-ne-sais-quoi
Victor Solf [ #Her ]

easy like that


Fashion by Krzyzanowski Art

staring easy like that, you‘ve struck a pose
mirroring the own art exposed by yourself
for predicting few sentiments absurdly felt
in your mind and soul rolling unexplainable
with the brusque desire to run away with me
through a place of universe illustrated and
evoked intentionally to live the love at full
©ᶜᵒᶜᵒ — un-p’tit-je-ne-sais-quoi

LÒNIS, Jon Mero │ Danny Santana ft. Tawk Love │ RRAREBEAR │ The Avener

happy single


Brandies and Blue Bonnets by Jacqui Faye

with the ink of happy…single in the dreams
using the alphabet of stars in your calendar
as a party drug I am, the mysterious moon
written and illustrated in the mule of any day
methodic as you sing in my crepuscular zone
no matter of seasons that are seen in you

©ᶜᵒᶜᵒ — un-p’tit-je-ne-sais-quoi
Charles Pasi │ Will Champlin │ Future Islands

your mind is a picture


bizarrely like a shadow of an idea

in the blue moon of your thought
I’ve appeared without any weight
like a stain of blood, — to be felt
any day and ever- more provoked
with least a sophisticated interest
for your mind is a picture untamed
and me still intimidated, I dare you
to find me in the atlas of your soul

©ᶜᵒᶜᵒ — un-p’tit-je-ne-sais-quoi

Middlemist Red │ Electric Guest │ Sean Koch │ Ferris & Sylvester

ready or not


Feel by Loui Jover

with a vestment tissued in a veil of steam,
the morning, like a dream, arose scented
at my window with an aim to provoke me
to adopt the guise of an irresistible blaze
fine chaired by a playful beam of the sun

sleepy, without knowing if it’s ready or not,
any beam of the moon have been let it ride
through the essences of my luring nights
controlled by the spell of your lavishly kiss
sent to feel as if I’m so close I can taste it

©ᶜᵒᶜᵒ — un-p’tit-je-ne-sais-quoi

Arows │ Adam McInnis │ Graffiti Ghosts

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