a french lesson

March 18, 2009 at 4:34 pm (encounters, poems, questions, thoughts, wishes)

you will look for you passport an hour before departing to London. cherche. keep me suspended but not because it gives you pleasure. plasir. you just dont want to know where it is really. weird . bizzare. Im like that too, but when I want to see you I keep it deep in my bag . sac. I remeber it with Guy when he didnt call from his climbing trails a whole week.  semaine. but I knew he will come back home. maison. a man with a task of return. retour.with you nothing is ever sure. not the weather, not your eyes , not my hopes. espere.I’ve never had such a master . I’ve never had such a man.homme. Ive never had no rules with so many rules. regles.will I ever learn to live with it ? une lecon de francaise.

 

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pride

March 15, 2009 at 11:03 pm (encounters, poems, thoughts, wishes)

if  youd seen me now

behind clouds of  serenity and loss,

you  would  shake your head

with short  decisive movements

of precious compassion.

approving my enthusiasm of  words

disapproving my furious  love life.

shaking  this  proud  head of  yours

left to right with lips smoothcing  the  air

you  forgot to  breath.

left  and right,  ticking endless gestures

of pride, matching the beat of  your

heart when we met.

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without

March 6, 2009 at 12:17 am (encounters, poems, thoughts)

I swim to you with no arms

to embrace a warm body

when out  of the frost

of the channel waves

I swim to you  with no clothes

to cover your eyes

when  out of  the modesty

of an ancient ocean

I  swim to you  with no voice

to greet you  hello

when out of the silence

of  a dead  sea

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last thing

March 2, 2009 at 7:24 pm (encounters)

last thing is my lust
lost in my red robe
escaping your list

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