bare-foot on window ledge
with knees to chest
while coldness
weaves a nightgown
from shoulders to horizon
it snows with cryogenic
wool
white is all there is
and
when his sleepless temples
slump in my lap
blood flows a crimson tide
through half my heart
and a bird
wings back into my bones
as waters rise
under soles
it does not end
as it does not begin
is where Infinity meets Forever
and says: how d'you do
in a continuous white noise
with a touch of
Rigolleto
it tickles your pores until your skin blooms into goosebumps
like cherry trees in a suspended Japanese garden
it pushes your face to the edge so you can touch the void
with your eyelash
it pulls you back just when you're about to jump
and stares silently into your dilated pupils
it feeds on you like a hungry beast
and you laugh the laughter of the King
si les dunes bougent comme des oiseaux blessés
l’écho fleurira la tendresse des bois en hiver
en plein cœur du désert le sphinx pleure sans voix
ses âmes perdues à travers le temps
me retrouvai-je un jour quelque part
où les vivants ne pardonnent pas
les eaux profondes restent muettes de solitude
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