near the fence
I shivered
and you were there
And I said nothing.      
 
You were there
And yet you seemed not to see me
If as long as one more step
Would have rushed me into your night.      
 
I had not dared to teach them
To the happy people of this world
That there are much higher happinesses
Larger and more refined.      
 
That my mind creates
Much more than matter desires
And my soul
Goes to bed as soon as lightness is required.      
 
Grasp by the ankles
The body of my love
Bring to my ears
The whisper of her pleasure.      
 
If the vision comes to you
Keep it on your bosom
Deep in your madness
That the wise cannot reach.      
 
The devil I feel in me
How sweet it is to be obliged to her
When escapes through the window
The ruffled rose.      
 
Come into my eyes
And see me
Coming from
Of what we could have been.      
 
Heavy with troubles and sorrows
I stumble against the clods of fate
Happy then is he who soars
With a vigorous wing towards a brazen sky.      
 
This land of such beautiful emotions
I don't know how to explain it
Without carrying it full handles
To my parched lips.      
 
The more I look at myself
The more I find childhood
forever breathed
By this renewed momentum.      
 
I take, I knead
To hue and dia
The good and the bad in court bouillon   
Of a counted time.      
 
I like you, you love Me
And this cry is sublime
How absurd it is
In the silence of feelings.      
 
Les tenailles se fermeront   
On the entrails of frozen words
So we'll plunge into darkness
Of a summer so short to have been.      
 
( detail of a work by Frédérique Lemarchand )
 
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