blow up a rainbow

your G is kissing my soles

moistening them intensely;
the sky changed my coiffure
making my curls look like rain;
the wind, sprightly and leisurely
gazes at me astonished;
and then, you blow up a rainbow
using the magic dust of fairies
tattooing me with your love;
un-p’tit-je-ne-sais-quoi © ᶜᵒᶜᵒ


little things

because is today and my words are
mixed with flavors of your wild sky
stuffed with lovely tiny little things
brought stealthily by a wind’s breeze
spiffed in the scent of acacia flowers
with threads of the grass trod gently
sufficient to feel a unique connection
between me and you, the pretty boy
who loves me entirely and whispers
artfully… — keep fall in love with me‧‧‧…
exactly as I keep fall in love with you
©ᵏᴼᵏᴼ — un-p’tit-je-ne-sais-quoi
Cardigan Club │ Kevin Krauter │ anabella

by your side

you placed in my heart a climate
built with intensive cadences
that are erupting like a volcano
from the engines of my fantasies
and the routines of daily pleasures
offered by words tangled at times
in the swirl of any existed emotions
breathed by the atmosphere of soul
when may I think of you as you are,
the petit unseen monster of longing
possessed… pour le reste de ma vie
in the volcano swing that’s foaming
in my veins with an absolu passion
inquiring, who’s by your side, still

©ᵏᴼᵏᴼ — un-p’tit-je-ne-sais-quoi

Gussstave │ Anne Schnell, Jojo Effect │ Striking Matches │ Jason Bajada │ Amanda Jenssen │ Hypnolove │ French 79

one fine day

subjugated in the choreography of your love,
it feels like if I’d be the metaphor of your life,
painted in the colors of your imaginations
lubricated to experience one fine day, daily
in sensations found in any pretext infused
melodious through a kiss as fiercely as it is
your lust of me, with your lips pressing mine,
while my arms are caught around of your neck
and your fingers are knotted in my hair, you

clinging me more tightly to feel the words out
of your mind about chapters that are ambrosial
when aren’t said out loud but only bestrewed
in one sweet and tender touch of our instincts
psst, — do you still dream, you and me as one
©ᵏᴼᵏᴼ — un-p’tit-je-ne-sais-quoi

Chris Rea │ Sigma ft. Jack Savoretti │ Shirley Bassey

fire on up

My love, you succeeded to turn up the heat in my soul.
Also, you opened an unimaginable universe, extended
tween mysterious galaxies, magnificent and imbecilic.
You’re that fire on up in any particle of my entire being,
making me feel as if I’d be your moon, and you, the sun,
posed on an invisible sky as nobody to see us properly
in our accurate intimacy the pure essence of our action.
©ᵏᴼᵏᴼ — un-p’tit-je-ne-sais-quoi

Juliet Roberts │ Paper Kings

the good freak in me

I set the blue, [blue‧deep‧blue]
to become my skillful pen.
Then I improved the ink 
adding in its sap a drop 
of my blood embrocated
with witty bouquets and
the scent of my thoughts.
I set the blue, — [deep‧blue]
to become a charming quill.
And the moon and the sun 
added playful stardust
and a boutonniere, enough
for spreading any day’s joy
for you are the freak in me

I set the blue, —‧— [blue]
Its power is under my spell
every day and every night

with the taste of sin for some,
with the taste of love for me,
good enough to get explored
©ᵏᴼᵏᴼ — un-petit-je-ne-sais-quoi
Mild Orange │ Morphine

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