My killer my lover
There is no one above you
You end all my pain
My sacrifice is our total
Enrapture like red ink
On rose petals pressed
Parchment reed paper
Spiraling out of control
Heart racing faster
No sheer equivalent to
The rush of our love
My angel my attendant
Every second on Earth
Our last breaths I would
Spend it with you
Swinging back and forth
Like a pendulum at the end
Of a telephone cord
Hello? Are you there?
In the case at the end
Of the table you will find
A key to my heart and
A bottle of wine my
Redemption lies at the
Foot if the bed and my
Tears are the salt beneath
Your feet carry me far
Carry me away a flight
To Paris or some back
Country road out of the way
La Bièvre ou
Étang de La Geneste
Not far from Versailles
I could cry, I could cry
I could cry my lover
My sister, my brother
My intentions are full and
Our story will beg to be told
© GÄ
Poétique 