clair de lune

my love

i will give you

all i have saved for you

joyful gifts 

groves clustered with flowers

filled with bird cries

mountains hidden behind other mountains

and seas older than the earth itself

my love, take the hand of this woman

who knows not her left from her right

yet knows unerringly

the way to your heart

take the warmth of her naked body

in the sweet calm of the night

her dreams flowing parallel 

river flowing into your river

your river flowing into her mouth

her mouth eager for your flesh

and your flesh within her flesh

it is 4 in the morning

it has begun to rain very softly

in the sadness of the streets

rain drops as music

et puis voici mon coeur wrote verlaine

it beats only for you

my love here we are

in the metallic clair de lune

and here is this love

open your heart wide

the season of rapture is at hand 

michele voltaire marcelin

(photo: krisyan voltaire)

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