on the silence ward
we tip-toe in
words
dressed like wounds
and fiddle with
spots
where the chin
hits the chest
repeatedly
incessantly
stretching them
wide into
smiles
over milk teeth
until tongues
lay dry
as prunes
walk with me into the polar night
cold is the new heat
didn’t you know?
you like to watch blood penetrating the snow
do you want to touch it?
the climate will change
the oceans shall rise above our chins
and turn our fur to white
the sun shall linger under the horizon
patiently restrained by strings of darkness
the sun shall never come up!
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.
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