come
it is night
i’ve put ribbons in my hair for you to unravel
there is wine to drink until we drink our eyes
there are mussels and cockles to suck and eat
until we lick each other’s salt
you bless me with nights of love and sleep
and when day claims my eyes
you are still here although you’re not
you are here
in the memory of each caress
in the teethmarks on my breasts
the pillow’s hollow where your head rests
the laughter left in the light’s glow
o mon amour , ma tendresse
you came with the rain
and said you forgot the music
i fell in love with your lips
but then you held my face and kissed mine
who has need of song
when you are here?
michèle voltaire marcelin
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