ah bah d’accord


hé, une tasse d’amour, s’il te plait,
mais pas de sucre, pas de crème
pas de jalousie, pas de reproches,
pas de perfidie, pas de méli-mélo,
je t’aime•moi non plusdaddy cool
………………………..ah bah d’accord
_____________©ᵏᴼᵏᴼ

Brian Molko & Asia Argento │ Placebo│ Juniore

all night long


You should know by now,
when thousands of thoughts
are floating in my mind,
there’s not any occult thought.
So, please, leave any ammunition
at the entry of my agnostic soul.
I already metamorphosed you
into that entity called, — friend
celebrating you in each day. Also,
I spoiled you with a pseudonym
full of romance wrapped
in the color, which you know
I like it much too much. Therefore
no matter where you are absent,
you’re present in me, for you let
coming down slow a blueprint
all night long as in each day
for me the out of nowhere girl.

©ᵏᴼᵏᴼ ↭ un p’tit je ne sais quoi
Rachel Alice Johnson │ Ménage à Trois │ Luke Bryan

banned love


Lena Sotskova 🎨​​​​​​​ theme, — amoureux
he remarked her hair hugged by the sun,
her skin stained by the stars sanctified
in the scent of the queen-of-the-night;
it made him stopped and to look at her
fluidizing his mind to be intercepted
in the fairy essences of her body and
insatiable to explore her inner mirage;
the whispers of his hurricane soul got
exteriorized pushing him to see her
that she hasn’t sinned than in her dream,
a dream of a banned love, — annulated

©ᵏᴼᵏᴼ — un-p’tit-je-ne-sais-quoi

Stu Larsen │ Hibai


don’t know much about Love


Time To Get Up by Monika Luniak

Did you wake up before me to watch my nude, winding
through the bed linen and playing itself with soft lights
and shadows, gallantly offered by a semi-open window?
Would you like to see me opening myself in front of you
exactly like a flower dreaming at a summer rain while
you, with your lips, will make with an extreme pleasure
circles of petals on my skin for offering to me frissons?
But are you the bumble-bee what’s using its needle to get
in my open corolla bringing the butterflies in my stomach
for making my body to take the shape of a harp
perfectly harmonized with the creak of the bedstead?
Could be all these just an aroma of some memories
when each murmur of mine got lifted up by your spirit
to be scented and sweeten with many whispers of love
for fulfilling our photosynthesis? — Explain to me.
Even if seems bizarre, I don’t know much about Love.
_____________©ᵏᴼᵏᴼ
_________________________________
good woman, believe me, I love you times infinity,
I could be anything, my Love, an innocent touch
for which you would have to lose your mind

Hanne Boel │ Jade Bird │ Elliot Berger & Laura Brehm
The Dears │ Ray Manzarek │Ria Mae
I am Waiting for You Last Summer │The Barr Brothers

softly let me kiss your lips


The mouths were created
to can pronounce,
through the touching of lips,
the words.
And yet,
the most powerful word
it’s the non-word 
combined
with lips of another mouth:
so…
softly let me kiss your lips
_____________©ᵏᴼᵏᴼ
Murali Coryell

growing in my mind


today’s theory showed, 
that love has been defined 
as an integral extracted
out of the exact moment
when I saw you for first 
and taken to the infinite 
on the function, Me
argued as being the ratio
between the variations
of my body methodology
and my soul’s constancy — 
by You… growing in my mind 
_____________©ᵏᴼᵏᴼ
Walking Through My Dreams │ Me Needing You
The Pretty Things

a way with words


a way, with words

it’s a happening
what didn’t happen
but somehow happens
deep into your mind
me to be to see
what happened

©ᵏᴼᵏᴼ ↭ un p’tit je ne sais quoi

Robert Plant

mind…


no matter what we can do,
we’re guilty of everything, even if
for the most part, our mind tries
to unleash constructive emotions
©ᵏᴼᵏᴼ ↭ un p’tit je ne sais quoi

Skrillex and Diplo

every day you play


Every day you play with the light of the universe.
Subtle visitor, you arrive in the flower and the water,
You are more than this white head that I hold tightly
as a bunch of flowers, every day, between my hands.
You are like nobody since I love you.
Let me spread you out among yellow garlands.
Who writes your name in letters of smoke
among the stars of the south?
Oh, let me remember you as you were before you existed.
Suddenly the wind howls and bangs at my shut window.
The sky is a net crammed with shadowy fish.
Here all the winds let go sooner or later, all of them.
The rain takes off her clothes.
The birds go by, fleeing.
The wind.  The wind.
I alone can contend against the power of men.
The storm whirls dark leaves and turns loose all the boats
that were moored last night to the sky.
You are here.  Oh, you do not run away.
You will answer me to the last cry.
Curl around me as though you were frightened.
Even so, a strange shadow once ran through your eyes.
Now, now too, little one, you bring me honeysuckle,
and even your breasts smell of it.
While the sad wind goes slaughtering butterflies
I love you, and my happiness bites the plum of your mouth.
How you must have suffered getting accustomed to me,
my savage, solitary soul, my name that sends them all running.
So many times we have seen the morning star burn,
kissing our eyes and cover our heads,
the grey light unwinds in turning fans.
My words rained over you, stroking you.
For a long time, I have loved the sunned mother-of-pearl of your body.
Until I even believe that you own the universe.
I will bring you happy flowers from the mountains, 
bluebells, dark hazels, and rustic baskets of kisses.
I want to do with you what spring does with the cherry trees.❞
— Pablo Neruda —

is it wrong


flowers as my alluring beauty… —
even the street stays dumbfounded
watching me perplexed… —
the air around me pass into abstract
making you look at me like an alien,
and with all that, you approached me
tantalized by my intangibility, letting
your sentiments to manifest ardently
like a bullet in the gun… asking me, —
pardon me, but is it wrong to wanna…
©ᵏᴼᵏᴼ ↭ un p’tit je ne sais quoi

Lara Fabian │ Allan Rayman │ Katz Sass

keep you dry


On the Bed by Steve Kuhn

perfect night inundated
with perfect dreams…
shapes your silhouette

love doesn’t make mistakes
knows to keep you dry… —
amplifying your essence

_____________
un p’tit je ne sais quoi © ᶜᵒᶜᵒ
Juke Ross

will you love me tomorrow


If my heartbeats would be a melody
probably nobody would listen to it to any radio,
for nobody is anointed enough to record
an unprofitable sacred sound in a studio…
If my heartbeats would be a melody…
it’s nothing to worry about, because even
the «will you love me tomorrow» has been
forbidden a long time ago till it became a hit.
[ some didn’t understand that love can’t
be censored or kept in the shadows… ]
If my heartbeats would be a melody, probably
you should download ’em from a dubious site,
so well sheltered by some with square heads.
If my heartbeats would be a melody,
no one would know how to obey in front of it.

©ᵏᴼᵏᴼ ↭ un p’tit je ne sais quoi
Bryan Ferry

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