lettres de passion #3

Where does the sun Go to rest? It’s mid July And already Winter…

y a-t-il un mot
pour le souffle entre chaque baiser

(is there a word
for the breath between each kiss)

it’s an ocean of stars
Inside that moment

neige en juillet
(Snow in July)

Your eyes

This sky

Everything is fleeting

Here
There
Gone

But you
Me
We know these things
And
Every moment fleeting
Is eternal
We’re present
taste the fruit
The wine

Is there a word?
For that?
It’s unspoken
Only felt
In every embrace
Every kiss
Every time our hands touch