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
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©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
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©ᶜᵒᶜᵒ — un-p’tit-je-ne-sais-quoi

Marian Hill │ Juke Ross │ Alexander 23