Je ne sais quoi is my motif that pleasantness that escapes a full knowing of circumstance yet the outcome is self assured this declaration is my life the unseen is prevalent demanding action I’ll conceal a first expression hints at this.
The unknown becomes the norm surface offered as a bluff hinting more than it reveals as my emotions drift like smoke perhaps my smile is the tell or something deep behind the mask you'll never know unless you ask why I smile to hide desire.
The flirts demur by concern I'll soothe the aches of life's storms skirting finger, hither come perhaps there's more in support descriptions stated by the oblique suggesting more than what's told delicious wafts on the breeze teasing manners not to deceive.
My motif is now made plain expressed by words in poetry Parisian statements put to page as the veil is pulled back all's explained in the end time has told what’s been hid pleasantness is the reward I'll bid 'adieu' to hide again.
I came across a website that had suggestions on how a lady could leave something to the imagination. The article used the term “je ne sais quoi”, meaning “something (such as an appealing quality) that cannot be adequately described or expressed”. I wrote a poem based on these connections.