my poetry, — [it has no words]
but feelings and emotions
[and eyes] [and jaws] [and skin]
[and pulse] [and blood] [and soul];

my poetry, it is a being, — [it lives],
[it cries], [it smiles], [it bleeds],
[gets thirsty and gets hungry],
[it’s free and prisoner at once];

my poetry’s going up and down,
[it sings and dances and it draws];
[it’s what one wants and even more],
[it sneezes, whistles and it sails];

my poetry is virgin and is vampin
[it pleases any pleasing pleased];
[it’s sin and innocence], [it’s wolfing]
it’s animal of you, of me, of both of us.
✓✍🏻 ;₎₎
un p’tit je ne sais quoi © coco

Lee Aaron ♪


haiku poetry

Photo by Henri Mathieu-Saint-Laurent on

love’s comportment
acts oppositional…
[it has no rules]

✓✍🏻 ;₎₎
un p’tit je ne sais quoi © coco

Rumplestiltskin ♪

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