laughter is good 😜 if you…


if you’re afraid of not getting overweight,
it’s recommended to drink before eating
at least 100 ml of alcohol 🍷
the alcohol eliminates fear 😜
so, get drunk

stronger now in broken places


You made me look different in all the pictures
taken not with the camera but with your mind.
Therefore, my absence is only felt, without
where or when without why or how without who,
without signs of punctuation, even if I have
to admit that softly are accepted… the ellipses.
Glyph variant of the bullet point indicates me
as being much stronger now in broken places,
when you, with your negligent attitude… sent me
deep in the blues again, without you knowing, that
all our memories captured erstwhile shines wildish
urging me to pick up the pieces and KᵉᵉᵖOKᵉᵉᵖⁱⁿᵍO
©ᵏᴼᵏᴼ ↭ un p’tit je ne sais quoi

Joe Bonamassa

chemistry and math


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Waves of lyrics, — the new arguments.
Each day only you… — a new fairy-tale.
An ephemeral season… — it’s the host.
Me… — longing for you in agony, lost.

You live in mine… — I live in yours… —

Past brought till present,
in the narration of kiss, — kept.
At least our future to be concrete.

In the scent of each night,
each phase, — is felt…
a bohemian, — You… Me, — sonnet.
Both of us… — chemistry and math.
©ᵏᴼᵏᴼ ↭ un p’tit je ne sais quoi

Flunk

someone to stay…


the gravitation of longing
has taken me somewhere
to the linguistics of one able
to define the hope composed
out of love with music notes
kept for someone to stay
out of sight; this one is you…
hidden in the semiotic shadow
of the universe waiting for me
••••••••••••
©ᵏᴼᵏᴼ ↭ un p’tit je ne sais quoi
Vancouver Sleep Clinic

I’ll mind You


Photo by Jr Korpa on Unsplash

Mojo Makers ♪

on fire…


lips biting lips for the taste
of sweetest sin with a sound
of a rosy smile filled with
the essence of the longing
on fire, — lips fall in love…

©ᵏᴼᵏᴼ ↭ un p’tit je ne sais quoi
Oscar and the Wolf

wild love


like a starved wolf, you’re tearing me 

from outside until your soul, and then, 
you’re tightening me until your rain 
making me be storm howling at moon, 
while the minutes are getting mad 
watching the passion of our wild love
©ᵏᴼᵏᴼ ↭ un p’tit je ne sais quoi
Krokus

sweet young thing


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one day, in a northern hemisphere of a season,
you, the one sweet young thing I’m thinking of
having frequency and intensity of my thoughts,
you gonna feel how much you have missed me;
you’ll read about it, when me, I gave up on you,
already, in the southern hemisphere of a season,
tired of watching you playing with other souls,
innocents some but demonized by themselves,
others, probably in those best days of yours when
you showed involuntary who you really are, to all
©ᵏᴼᵏᴼ ↭ un p’tit je ne sais quoi

The Chocolate Watchband

burn my lights out


Raffaele Marinetti by Your Eyes This Morning
my love… — my dream… —
my gush of sensations
coolly and passionately… —
you perform a gracious promenade
in my mind tactical instructed
as if you burn my lights out… — 
instantly I shiver, I glow
sensing you in me
indecently and inexhaustible
like swelling waves which
vanish fully between my thighs
‧‧‧‧‧‧‧‧‧‧‧‧‧‧‧‧‧‧‧‧‧‧‧‧‧‧‧‧‧‧‧
un p’tit je ne sais quoi © ᶜᵒᶜᵒ ;₎₎

Colyer

fresh roses


Femme et Loup by Ponthieu14
you know all of me

_____________
at the beginning
everything was
black & white
after that,
appeared
blue & yellow

slowly, like a deity
with an army of stars
he conquered
all the earth’s colors
diffusing on her
the wild & exotic aroma
with its seed

nine-month later
their love bloomed
seductively…
like fresh roses
hungry like the wolf
_____________
un p’tit je ne sais quoi © ᶜᵒᶜᵒ 

Juke RossArctic Lake │ Hidden Citizen ft. Tim Halperin

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