My exquisite Poet
Where are your lines ?
The Violon was silently playing
Singing
Melodious
Lyrical
Anytime your thought was mine
Every second your lull was contemplating the idea of whispering sweet words to my abandoned neck
Or of my given Face under Your fingertips
Oh
Don’t conspire to ruin my purity
I could ignore your fingers
If
I could
I promise
But
If I don’t miss your fingers
Then I’m missing your words
Your Speeches
Your locutions
Your Suns
And your hesitations
Even your lies
Oh
Each of them
Oh
All of them
Oh my exquisite and dangerous Poet
My risky and unsafe Litterateur
I can not draw fresh air into my belly anymore if you stop your writing for us
If you kill our own sweetness
If you’re obstructing our emotional giddiness and our enamored cleverness
Listen
I Beg You
Again
I beg
Murder our Rest and the Quietness of the life we thought we had
Save the rest of surprising light inside of us
Oh
Fill me
With Spleen and Desire
Yours
Ours
Oh
Fill me
Yet and furthermore
Beautiful and divine or inhuman Poet
Fill me
Where are your verses
Yesterday I was thirsty for you
Today I was thirsty
And you what were you then
Make me arid again until I do need you to sculpt and build me as a human Sunlight
Laughing
Laughing and more
Oh
Beautiful and unreal
Mystic and
Oh
Poet
Drink my Destiny
My acquaintance
My Cognition
My Gut
Oh
Your rhymes only feed me
My Lust and
Obsession
I need your emotion
I
Oh
Poet
Oh
Please
I am begging you
Full of silence
Full of the Memory of your unsaid Promises
Your traits
Your Nostalgia
The slight and sleeping sadness living into your eyes and your Soul every day is the only reason my earthy brain is still breathing and beating
Don’t ease me
Careless
Impulsively
Don’t leave me
Do stay
Poet
Do rest in
Me
Your abandon means my inner-Spirit death
Break the World
Break your World
We can be whatever We
Make
A
Wish
My Poem
My exquisite Poet
Where are your lines ?