She has a strange name
that initiate a spark
(ensures peace to his unending love)
unknown hands strum
a desirable body
(always in disguise…a love surrounded by )
leaving inside her heart
heavy words ~ fighting ~ to keep himself away
for not appears at the surface
that is what lies down by your side
at night, alone ~when you think~
Foreign, Foreign ~They are announcing your Name~
you make me laugh
I make you blush ~ in response~
don’t worries sailor
we are sailing in the middle of sea and wind
and my kisses are the announcement of my departure
(when i write to a stranger) ….
maybe my kisses one day
crushed ~by the palm of your hands~
could become welcome
so i’ll keep making you blush
and you keep making me laugh
he fed me with words
what a delicate stomach that i have
such lovely skills he has
and the words ~ before ~so untied
now have a body and breathe
my breast arched like a bow
my breath so silently ~ rested ~
repeat an echo on my heart
feeling at the beginning
that was a soft blowing
no, no ~a murmur~ insisting
saying what i can’t explain
a punch … makes me pull the air
while i inhale scent of fruits
and i tilt myself again
not as an arch but as a woman
what a sophisticated love is that
food me with his words and breathing me as his air
it seems i lost my words
cof cof, sorry …
they are hanging on a tree
and don’t matter which is the size
~the time ~
my words, my inspiration
they are leafs now
but not in autumn because they never fall on me
i see a flowering, red …beating….but not in my coeur
not in my heart, not falling down to me
just hovering over my head
Hello i am here….
he will go away!!!!
with open palms
under the rocks
He will go away!!!!
swirling over themselves
with stretched fingers over his gold
lurking through the shadows
the indefatigable poet writes
your hands shooting words
your words resonate sounds
as well sayings?
your writings resonate for me?
explode proclaiming love?
My lyrics resonate for you also?
Or silence in my paper is silence in your soul?
Do not tell me that
Or silence instead on my words.
When i opened my first boutelle du vin
you was on your second round
like you said: a slight and dusty bottle
But you sip your full wineglass so pleasently!
Telling me nonsense words of love
I talk some advantage of you
Asking you about your past
how many loves i have to ask.
But you are not 2 Chardonnais still
Rich, full-bodied and voluptuous!
and stare me with your liquid rouge look
just when are 1 bottle and twoo!
Like the red blood the vintage told
arounds my head your sweet voice flows
such a sly wisp fo Mona Lisas coy grin
you look me up and size again
If then we make sure a toast
to your love lets give the most
to cross the bridges; oceans and air
A Chadornnay sip; a smile care!
Contributing Poet: TA Robinson