lovely… again

Again, I woke up in my mind with you, with your nasty face
having the stench of a defendant with an uncertain sense.
Again, with your biggy eyes, you gaze at me and use,
the whispers from your paradise as me to be transformed.
Again, you’ve sniffed me for putting me to sleep, invoking
what I wanna hear, me to be yours, profoundly and attentive.
Simply like that, again, I am under your spell, an amateur,
an incident, a song in all and any, or saboteur of your soul.
Again so innocent, you morphed gently in my thought,
so you can dip deeply in me perturbing all my dreams,
my judgment and my feelings, desire, sex, and love…

William Fitzsimmons

dive in

Is it harmful to your lungs to inhale the air
full of my love stretched out in you?
Is it harmful to your eyes that are gazing in me,
while my kisses it’s spreading inside you?
Is it harmful to your liver to dive in my smile
when you’re so hidden in the Eden of my mind?
Is it necessary as you to make a heart transplant
knowing already that’s no longer yours but mine?
Admits that isn’t malefic to talk the talk, to walk
the walk, to walk the talk and meow ow ow and
boom boom boom, the subtle art of me and you…
©ᵏᴼᵏᴼ ↭ un p’tit je ne sais quoi

Brightout │ John Lee Hooker

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