éperdument amoureux : LOVE STRUCK
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Lost in Salem, trapped by the seduction of those eyes,
Overdosed on portions familiar to the taste of the cherry on your lips,
The sky all lit up by the starshine of your eyes, after a day’s great sun,
Tonight i was walking in Venice and you were all over Giorgio Bellini art work, smooth opera playing from a Captain’s Ball afar,
Your hair sparking silver, your body on super geometrical projection,
Body soaked in Lilies, radiance coated every granule of your skin,
It rained and shined at noon, even nature craved for your company.
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Down by the river,
The stream dancing to the tunes of the birds by the rice field, the reeds carried away by the tunes of the rumbling wind,
The air was silent listening to the beat of our hearts, the sky couldn’t stare away from beauty of your skin, kissed by the crystal waters with a touch of the gold in the sunlight,
The tone of that voice tore away my sanity, the warmth of your breath burnt my thoughts, “Tu as de beaux yeux” I wish i was born a Dubois, with a clean brushed mustache by the streets of Monaco, right under the lights of Monte Carlo, just to tell you, You have very beautiful eyes in that accent.
Or maybe we could go play with the sands of Sajid Majid in Zanzibar while a band of cultured men on khaki shorts, beaded sandals and reed hats plays us some smooth slow bango.
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THE MORNING BLUES,
The flowers by the fountain aint bright enough like the last time you went bathing,
The birds don’t sing in the morning by my window if you’re not around,
“L’amour est la poésie dessens” Balzac, calls it ‘Love’, the poetry of the senses,the darker shade in the beauty of life,
Today is a night full of dreams, a promise of a divine love story of this black affair,
A confession of my addiction, greater than the bee’s craving for nectar, how you juggle up my thoughts and capture the consciousness of my emotions,
Last night i wrote a letter for you, from the art of François Copee in literature,
Words from beneath the waters your love drowned me into, the truth of the feeling got me hooked on,
It ended , “Je serai poète et toi poésie… “. I’ll be your poet, will you be my poetry.
BLACK IS GOLD, BLACK IS SUGAR.
THE NIGHT IS BOLD, IT NEEDS A SHOOTER.