| comfort me with apples and cake (because our love makes me weak), and i will make deep creases in the smooth skin at the tops of your cheeks, and we will smile while we pour milk on the shredded wheat (with just a sprinkle of sugar) that we eat.we are one cool drop of rain falling, we are one little mustard seed held in a young leper's hand, we are one shout for joy that's so long and loud that someone's face is turning blue, and we are one piece of butter melting in a hot pan. we choose the day before the night (because of its smell, and not because of its light), but the silence when the sun sets makes the decision tough, 'cause we both know there should be nothing louder than our laughter, and nothing louder than the wonderful words we whisper, and nothing louder than our lips touching, as my god and your gods let us taste eternity.
Moi, j'avais jamais rien dit. Rien |