bonjour tendresse


it is night

i’ve put ribbons in my hair
for you to unravel
there is wine to drink
until we drink our eyes
there are mussels and cockles
to suck and eat
until we lick each other’s salt

you bless me with nights of love and sleep
and when day claims my eyes

you are still here
although you’re not
you are here

in the memory of each caress
in the teethmarks on my breasts
the pillow’s hollow where your head rests

the laughter left in the light’s glow

o mon amour , ma tendresse

you came with the rain

and said you forgot the music

i fell in love with your lips
but then you held my face and kissed mine

who has need of song
when you are here?

michèle voltaire marcelin

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