• Marine André

Exquisite Line

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 ?

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