Thursday, January 28, 2010

appel à la terre;

appel à la terre

appel à la terre



it is dark outside, like the rain
the soft rain in january,
stripping the snow of its white.

there is a loophole somewhere,
with the rain and with the right,
a loophole or a noose,
your pick.

i am the womb in your pillow,
i gather your dust and save it
for a sunny day; if i blow softly
in a ray we can pretend it is gold.

but we let our bodies fade into masses
and i haven't weathered the dough.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

on dirait qu'il fait calme dans ton coeur, malgré un petit parfum de désolation. la terre, tu lui manques, elle voudrait que tu reviennes de cet astre où tu as élu domicile.