lucky star

I untangled my words out of the coat
of a deep blue sky tissued with clouds.
I knotted them with a lot of I-Love-You.
Then, with the needle of the night clock,
I’ve got sewn the moon in your eyes.
Some said at a time that in your eyes
is placed the meaning of the world, —
but, me, I knew that in your eyes it dabs
the significance of the effects about us,
because in the first quarter of the moon,
a lucky star has smitten in your sight, —
so I’ve been starting to see you brighter
for the way you revealed yourself to me
vibrating and crossing inside my soul
using your lips with a devouringly lust
to open the padlock of my eyelashes,
in craters of a full moonlight to shine.
un p’tit je ne sais quoi © ᶜᵒᶜᵒ

Fkj & Pomo


sea dawn landscape nature
Photo by Casia Charlie on 
Dis-moi, — t’es aussi proche de moi 
autant que j’suis proche de toi? 
Tell me, — are you so close to me 
as I am close to you? 
Y a-t-il quelqu’un qui a osé mesurer 
les distances à voix basse et 
des caresses veloutées, comme après 
s’égarer dans une vision utopique? 
Is there anyone who’s dared 
to measure the distances 
in a low voice and velvety caresses, 
as after to stray in a utopian vision? 
Parce que si c’est le cas… — alors… 
rien d’autre ne me surprend plus 
Because if it’s so… — then… 
nothing else surprises me anymore… 
✓✍🏻 ;₎₎ 
un p’tit je ne sais quoi © ᵏᴼᵏᴼ 

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