you remember the corridor?
the corridor which carried our footsteps
like a golden chariot King Ahab
it took forever to understand
the white piano’s tune
our heart beats put it to shame
with every passing moment
we reached the room
turned the knob
the walls had pearled silky paper
carefully designed for dream catching
and we knew
there was no exit for love
no stairway, no door
no way out through the narrow balcony
but in each other’s arms
your mouth stilled
by mine
a wet gift from
the sea
forgotten words
la nuit est comme la caresse du papillon
parmi des mots déchirés d’oubli
ses lettres brûlent encore
ma peau...mes rêves
glissent silencieusement
sous nos prochains réverbères éteints
I travelled with long bodies picturing me as a snail
odd traces of my shadow behind
I remember how my voice sounded
when slipping around every endangered place
and hang myself on your widowed memory
like a sad silence
no anger should I feel
nor any distance from me while my shell breaks
but mutual thirst
when you come and say I pray for a new son
comme un miroir printanier
ton visage reste encore jeune
dans la beauté musicale de tes mots
dans ta lumière
dans ton jardin secret
cet instantané de soleil
garde l’écho
simplement moi
durant tout l’hiver
je pense à toi.
la nuit est comme la caresse du papillon
parmi des mots déchirés d’oubli
ses lettres brûlent encore
ma peau...mes rêves
glissent silencieusement
sous nos prochains réverbères éteints
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