Parfum

Il

Distille

Ses mots

Comme une essence rare

De parfum

Mystère

Chaque goutte

Puissante

Saveur unique

De lui

Egale,

Mesurée,

Fatale,

Jusqu'au

Silence

If you forget me ~Pablo Neruda

Some borrowed words...

'The little prince' - Antoine de Saint-Exupéry..
(For we are all little princes thrown into the whirl of this wild wild world..wandering, wondering, loving, laughing, crying, trying to understand, always brought back to the essential feelings of life...D.B)

A kiss

Shivering
Thundering
and bright
Tearing off
A fragile impulse
Lingering
On the edge of a dream

Cloudy, misty
And proud
In its disobedience

The unsaid
The invisible one
Kept warm and soft
Stronger than a wave
Of Desire

The secret in your mouth
Revealed
by unconcealed lips
A desperate bliss
of dew
Rolling upon
My lips

Forbidden, hidden, stolen

Maybe
There'll be no rest

The soft and strong scent
Of an orchid

The taste
Of a timeless bliss

"How did it happen that their lips come together? How does it happen that birds sing, that snow melts, that the rose unfolds, that the dawn whitens behind the stark shapes of trees on the quivering summit of the hill? A kiss, and all was said." Victor Hugo

'Jusqu'au fond de l'âme, tel serait mon baiser' ( To the depth of the soul, such would be my kiss)
 Marina Tsvétaïeva - Lettre à Rainer Maria Rilke, 2 août 1926

'Her lips touched his brain as they touched his lips, as though they were a vehicle of some vague speech and between them he felt an unknown and timid pleasure, darker than the swoon of sin, softer than sound or odor." - James Joyce

His name

His name

Twirling in my head
Like million poppies
Blossoming in my breast
Like water lilies
Caressing my belly
Like sweet daisies

His name

Letters
Gathered
In signification
Hanging upon
My silent
Mouth

I dream waves of you..

Guess who I am
Beneath the surface
Of my dreams
Under the mist
Of my silent
Image
Understanding
Beyond the outlines
Behind the shadow
Of my hat
Without a word
Leaving my mouth

Like twin-brothers

Mirror
Of well-being and warmth

Alike and different
Among the crowd


Waiting
Settled like an habit
An unexpected grasp
Of  passion

Leading to nowhere

There
A voice is needed
In the impatience
Of the moment
A breath, a sigh,
A cry of  joy
Guilty
In its accomplishment
Lips,
Sex,
Neck,
Body and flesh
Smile,
Silence
What is love?
A word,
A laughter,
A touch
Of the mind
A cosmic union


The soul
In redemption

Partners

And the will
To cradle and calm
The turmoils
And  the pains


Feeling
Caressing
A soul
I kiss
The devastated field
Of a wandering heart

Listening
I understand
Saying no word
No need...

Desire

I look and love
A perfect neck,
a perfect shoulder
A perfect tone,
Warm and soft
Wrinkles and marks
Of  lovable truth
Sparkling shadows
Of unreachable
Pleasure
Eyes and hands
Sublimated and worshiped

A stolen gift

Infiltrating
Softly
Under the
Thick reality

You
Reading between the lines
Of my damned thoughts
Killing doubts
Real wounds
Sticking to the skin
And leaving scars

Telling with your words
Of steel and velvet
The world

Your world

Your words
Of transcendental thinking

Raising

Sharing

Where innocence and sin
Do unite in despair
Making us

Feel

Alive

Guess..

Devine-moi
Sous mes contours

En filigrane
Sans qu'un mot
Ait quitté ma bouche
Infiltre-toi
Sous la brume de mes silences
Mon frère,
Amant, ami
Guerrier
A la plume d'acier et de vent
Et au coeur de velours

"Moon River" "breakfast at Tiffany's" (Blake Edwards - 1961)

"Moon River, wider than a mile,


I'm crossing you in style some day.

Oh, dream maker, you heart breaker,

wherever you're going I'm going your way.

Two drifters off to see the world.

There's such a lot of world to see.

We're after the same rainbow's end--

waiting 'round the bend,

my huckleberry friend,

Moon River and me."

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Breakfast_at_Tiffany's_(film)

Thoughts...

Anchor was cast on the shore
Of an unforeseen absence
A voice
A body
Absent
In an absurd way
Absolute
Absence
Like an empty jar
Of desolation
Shaking the night

Absence

Resounding
In an endless echoe
Filling the veins
With an obsessive poison

Body left
Immaculate and offended
Desired and unwanted
Loved
By a delicious
Absent touch

Only words
To tell the joy
Words
To tell the turmoil
Words
Like a treasure
Lovely kept in one's deep self
Fusion
Of desire mixed
With irrevocable duties
Keeping passion away

Bleeding wounds
Of clear-sighted conscious innocent
Devotion

Eyes
Containing the infinite song
Of unfolding destinies
Unmastered tragedies
Our human particles
Scattered, gathered and melt
Thrown in the stellar space
Compacted
As one
In flesh and mind
Breath
Measured and tamed
Compelled by forbidden echoes

Lovers, brothers,
Drifted away

Dreamers
Both blinded and fulfilled
By the mysterious beauty
Of this imperfect sacred world

Children
Wondering
And brought back
To the essential feeling of life

Too late

Too late to meet in the garden
Too late to share the dance
The dizzy grace
Of an enchanted dawn
His hands
Building up
Sleepy palaces
Cultivating
Magnificent sterile gardens
Silent
Powerful master of the place
Inviolable fortresses
Among stones
Of magnificent coldness
Alone,
In bare armor,
I am the warrior
cut by the icy wind
of an uncompromising winter
Walking toward
The warmth of a smiling sun
Colored bright desires
Hurt in their unhappy corolla
The heart
In a thundering bang
Feeling the loss of a passion
Of a treacherous failure
Entanglements
Of suffocating resignation
In the devastated field
Of irreversible disunion