Between dusk and dawn

I need darkness
To wrap
My dizziness
In a veil
Of clairvoyant amnesia
On the very edge
Of dazzling
Between fulfillment and pain
Where all the currents meet
To centralize themselves
In a point of balance
Reflecting the
The necessary Aphotic ordeal
The Cavernous
Introspection
To be able
To face
The light
Again

Balance

Black boots
Bailey
Books
Settling
The comfort zone
Between pure loneliness
And the dizziness of you

Beyond the mirror

The harmonious accentuations
Falling
Like black water drops
On the white
Sacred silence

Radiant 

As light and powerful 
As a revival

Your breath
At the measure 
Of mine

Your fingers
Meeting mine

Stressing softly
The pure echo
Of a passion 
Blossoming 
In a rustle
A whisper
A cry 

Becoming
A song 
Of self-affirmation 
A recognition 
Through the looking glass 
reverberating itself
Inside Itself 
In an infinite 
Harmony 

An unexpected bliss 
A mystery 
Punctuated by dazzled silent issues 
Eager for more vertigo 

The continuing
The delicate, powerful 
Vibrations 
The soft strength 
Planting its roots 
Like claws of full 
Desire
At the heart
Of our 
Endless dreams

A song of the beginnings

Something humming
Splitting
Rising
A vibration
A dawn
Of a thousand
Undulating dreams
Caressing my skin
Like sliding silk

An awakening
Of uncensored
Sacred 
Desires
Shining in
A magnificent
Vastness

The possibility
Of all the possible

The simply 'Being'

A whisper
To become
A pearly melody

Infinity
Contained
Into the idea 
Of a touch

The accomplished balance
Of wonderment

A longing
An encounter
A powerful  proximity
Where we are 
Still the same
And yet, already transformed by
The precious gift
Of the other

A song of the beginnings
Emerging out of
Our lovingly blending Oceans
Freedom regained
Through the infinity
Of a voice

Rebirth
Out of annihilation
Re-breath
Out of a cloudy smothering night
Into the Brightness

The very first moment of breath

There is
A bang
A flash
A word
The Miraculous whisper
Lingering
Out of nowhere
Echoing softly
in an ungraspable
Delight
There is
You
There is
The idea of you
Like an eternal
Melody
A secret
That was always there
The very first
Moment of breath
Reverberating
In our souls
There is
The music of your voice
Touching my skin
Like an incomparable caress
There are
Your hands
Loving wings
Spreading their  warmth
over a disillusioned landscape
There is
Something that wasn't
And is suddenly here
Blossoming magnificently
Out of a dawn of wonder
A sensuous longing
Fulfilling itself
In the balance
Of our dreams

Dark song from a timeless dream

Going ahead
I acquire
The certainty
Of a non-possible
Love
The unholy dark song
The timeless dream
Vibrating
Like a pleasurable venom
Into my womb
Wandering about
With no anchor
No Home
Wondering about
The way I can
Ally you to this world
And to my loneliness
The sweet red veil
Its dark velvet waves
Unfolding like
A dense mystery
Against my skin
As thin and opaque
As the blinding sun
A modulation
In singularity
Out of breath
A sigh
A clear-sightedness

Fondu enchainé

Too Late
I know now
As your magnificent
Shadow
Is slowly fading away
In the night
Like the 'fondu enchaîné'
Of a film
The moment you're not here
Anymore
Nor there
The Sacred Loneliness
In Holy freedom
The imperfect
Knowledge of you
In Perfect desire
Leaving whispers
And silences
Signs and sighs
To be deciphered
Alone
In sensual silky silence
Wrapped up in leather thoughts
Brimming with lust
Alone
With the gypsies of the night

My world
Linked in a weird way
To yours

My world
A silent world
Lying naked
Close to
The shadows
Of your Dreams

Insolence

Your beauty
Is an insult
To the mirror
It has
No name
No right
No legacy

We'd wish it
To be kept
Into a dark
And secret place

It is
Magnificently
Blinding
And bold
A danger
Smothered
In a big affront
Reverberating itself
Into
Nothingness
Waiting for
The infinity
for Blossoming
Like a silent Bird
In spring

Time
Rushing
Sacrificially
Swallowing
The innocence
Of a greedy youth
On the altar
Of archaïc fears

The promise

Diving into
Your sensual
Darkness
I get
Closer to your
'Season In Hell'
Touching,
With the tip of my finger
The outlines
Of a luxurious Heaven
Floating
Like a dizzy sin
On my skin

Passion
Trapped between love
And despair
Clearly setting
The purpose
The material
The most appropriate
Colour
Unfolding
Its precious thick
Ribbon of pleasure
And pain

The dream
Storm-tossed
Between the Hell
Of an absence
And the sacrificial promise
Of a peerless
Heaven

We are

We are
Just

We just
Are

Together and apart

As strongly close
As we will never be

Beyond
Any expression
Or vocabulary

Floating among
The uselessness
Of words
Our
Non-beingness
To be found
In Sacred timeless
Silence
And soft, light
Breaths