hold on, I’m coming

with vocation
I scull in your mind
tempting you
loving get sculled
you’ll invite me
your thoughts
sprightly are sculling me
un p’tit je ne sais quoi © ᶜᵒᶜᵒ ;₎₎
Eric Clapton & BB King


a riverwalk, — my body;
your mouth, — my lover
voodoo me transpire
magic suspirations…
un p’tit je ne sais quoi © ᶜᵒᶜᵒ ;₎₎
Howling • RY X • Frank Wiedemann │ L’Impératrice │ By The Coast


the longing arches me;
on my pillow is spread
your coquettish dream;
its echo stops me suffer;
I don’t oppose, I savor it;
insanely charmed, avid
moaning in anticipation
for my viridity technique
of loving you unleashed,
I’m begged in your hell
un p’tit je ne sais quoi © ᶜᵒᶜᵒ ;₎₎

let’s play

my harmony invites your equilibrium at me,

let’s play but watch out, don’t push it much,
your seductive velleity should be like a bliss
articulated tenderly, softly to sail on my mind
while your raindrops of kisses fall on my skin
and your eyes radiate intensely in my eyes…
profound Herculean even purer than the sky
un p’tit je ne sais quoi © ᶜᵒᶜᵒ ;₎₎
The Smokes │ Portals

in colors

brute… — benthos creature…
i was prepared to be yours…
in you, the scream of desire
was yearning to taste me…
to feel you deep down moving
like a holothurian in my body…
torturing me passionately
and with a ravenous pleasure…
instead… metamorphosed
in a minuscule blue butterfly,
i left you talking… in colors
un p’tit je ne sais quoi © ᶜᵒᶜᵒ ;₎₎
Band of Skulls

the secret of music

Entwined by Loui Jover

if ever I know 

something about stars
they do music
measuring the immeasurable
embracing the indeterminable
they cross the universe
unmoved… — 
discover the unknown… —
the one me with the one you
un p’tit je ne sais quoi © ᶜᵒᶜᵒ ;₎₎

reach out I’ll be there

🎨 Dimitra Milan

to keep you alive even if under another form

I planted the lemon cypress trees…[a bonsai],
as a playful idea to transmigrate you in them,
also, because a memory with you whispered
to me, “reach out I’ll be there…” using gentle
the silhouette of your voice in a slow-motion
of my exuberance and harmless imagination;
to keep you alive even if under another form,
I found myself talking with plants or pillows,
or sea, as you said, but me… just now I got it
un p’tit je ne sais quoi © ᶜᵒᶜᵒ ;₎₎
Jonathan Wilson

way up

For Your Eyes Only 🎨 Stefan Kuhn
a thought of mine gets way up
to the satellite on your sky, —
suspective, in the sky of yours
it is late, — it is infernally late…
perceived is a tremored whisper
on my skin written with your lips
it’s the mysterious tale about us,
two lovers swing smoothly together
preoccupied with nothing else
 un p’tit je ne sais quoi © ᶜᵒᶜᵒ ;₎₎

a🎸riff in the painting of love

like any species of hydrangea,
as I am, as you are, as we are
be it white, pink, yellow, green,
purple, blue, the ph is sublime
like a smile on the lips of time
with any color’s ascetic perfume
it is me, — it is you, — it is us,
a🎸riff in the painting of love
un p’tit je ne sais quoi © ᶜᵒᶜᵒ ;₎₎

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