
Lettres de passion #4

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
how sweet your eyes are
how slow the break is
the thrill
the flame
inside that kiss
They say the world is changing in terrible ways
but I can still feel you in my arms, I can still taste your lips, your skin ... your fire.