hold on to those lilacs while you wait for her; hold on to the moonlight, the springtime, your memories; hold on while the rain devotes itself to teaching your body about patience; hold on to the stillness with wrinkled rose petal fingers when it stops; when sun rises, hold on; when the sun sets, hold on; do not worry about the flowers wilting; hold on, while she breaks bread with trembling fingers;hold on, as she wipes the sweat beading on her belly, smearing once perfect spheres against her flesh. hold on;guide her on her way to everything loud and swirling; hold on as you drown each other in dark wine; hold off the morning and keep yourself from burning too brightly too soon hold on to her feet and hands and swollen shadow as her love flows; let go only as your hearts stop and your lungs give up; when death finds you both worthy, let her last thoughts be of a hurricane. Moi, j'avais jamais rien dit. Rien |