color of You

the color of you, it blurred the light
of the moon, of the sun, of the sky
accenting the drunken of your love
wandering somewhere in a deep
of the ocean, wearing peaceably
the action of longing in a blue aura
of the mystery I am, close and far
simultaneously in all your visions;
the color of me is a drug collection,
whispers, smiles, hugs, and kisses
©ᵏᴼᵏᴼ — un-p’tit-je-ne-sais-quoi

Austin Cain


you insist the dictum of love is religion
but not in the cosmic stage of my time
where even the contours of snowflakes
see what I mean it, nonchalantly proved
and amused in games of the spirits felt
and used in the metaphors of each day
and constantly devised in descriptions
portrayed by the agnostic soul of mine
fine demonized in beauty by your mind
characterized in a deeper love aphorism
met not just in lucid dreams but in truth

©ᵏᴼᵏᴼ — un-p’tit-je-ne-sais-quoi
Shura │ Moonlight Breakfast │ Lauv │ King Charles


could you let the reality be deformed
just because loving me is your dream
and loving you is my fantasy with all
my smiles and giggles synchronized
with any moments since you met me
and with all my lack of experience for
waving your thoughts paid with plenty
precious attentions in beauty sessions
of your inseparable emotions coupled
at the ylang-ylang perfume of my soul
assimilated with the secret fineness
of a message hid into the unique taste
of me-ta-xa explored slowly to not be
scared the kiss that’s been longing a lot
for our lips to talk fluently in lust dialect
vibing into the all undivided parametre
found in the mage of watermelon sugar,
winded in the torrential love chemistry
©ᵏᴼᵏᴼ — un-p’tit-je-ne-sais-quoi

Freedom Fry │ FKJ ft. (((O)))│ Harry Styles


sweet melodies 🎨 Lucia Heffernan
I take a seat,
I have a smoke,
chirping I hear
a hummingbird
Its sapphire sound
intense I feel…
it fills my soul
until the brim
But I’m a dream,
nobody knows…
it makes me cringe
I can not talk
©ᵏᴼᵏᴼ — un-p’tit-je-ne-sais-quoi


the best

a song is an oeuvre
looking for your lips
to get in your soul and
in your spirit with lack
of scrupulousness,
incited by incontinence
of feelings unwritten
at the best examination
but rather gallantly and
nobly, using simplicity
which isn’t but my key
©ᵏᴼᵏᴼ — un-p’tit-je-ne-sais-quoi

Andreya Triana


Samarel 🎨 — theme — start with a kiss, then go on...

like a belle muse, schemed and lured with the quill-pen,
ends and starts the dream painted with the guitar’s echo
panicking our eyes and lips with the physique of passion,
happily snowed and wrapped with the flakes of our lust,
me ⇌ you, fusing in one desire, créme de la créme, love
©ᵏᴼᵏᴼ — un-p’tit-je-ne-sais-quoi

Sylvie Kreusch

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