the links pulled us into
a room with no windows,
doubts and beautiful views
I remember some of the
colours, the taste of beauty dripping on lips
a tartan blanket
chanting and laughter, voices
of children perhaps
a glowing cross
the dreamer
chasing logic in his dream
your hand over mine,
two souls - one ocean, no shores
eyes searching the forbidden name
you were there
still holding the phone
when
it rolled from the sky
through darkness,
a ball of light
a thunder
I am a speed dialled emotion
an ex-employee from hell
my name
is
written in capitals
all over narrow alley walls
where blood traded its lingered beauty
in kind
the wind envies me
for the way I blow
into oblivion
the unforgettable truth
and its reason
disguised in a moment
of adorned power
a flightless bird
is flapping its wings out of instinct
O-n-e:
One shiningdark morning,
I caught you seeking in my armoire.
T-h-i-e-f:
You thief, voleur, I said,
what are you doing here?
I'm looking for a pair of socks,
you said, blushing.
I have to go to the prom,
and I need socks from your closet...
This is not a closet, you fool!
are you blind, or what? ...I said
... Regarde! Smell!
Don't you feel the oak's scent?
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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