As i woke up in the morning,
My boyfriend’s cat
Entered in the room;
She did not know me well yet.
So I kept calling at her
To come nearby
As I was laying;
Reluctant in the beginning.
Finally she gave in
And hopped in the bed;
She came nearby
And with her chin
Touched my face,
And kept on rubbing my cheek;
«This is the code of this little alien to say hi!»
I said to myself;
«Why does she do it?»
I often wonder about these things;
Later on, we went away from his house.
As he accompanied me to my work;
When we were separating,
I went nearby my lover,
And with my face
Touched his face;
All of a sudden
I was reminded of the little alien
Of the morning;
I am doing the same thing.
And yes, it is not helping me,
To understand:
Why? or How?
Silently I headed on towards my workplace;

He is sleeping.
And I have taken time
To watch and enjoy him;
He is wearing a white undershirt,
That shows his white arms
And smooth skin;
The line of his muscles,
Play with the light.
And I can not but fix my eyes
On his strength coming out
And evaporating in the room;
A handsome flexible animal.
Designed to be fast and effective;
A beautiful leopard.
Fleeing over the green heaven;
This is he,
With his long and large muscles
On his legs
And arms;
With his strong and flexible spine;
He is my lover,
Companion, exotic animal.
Inspired by no one but his own strength and exuberance;

Some slight movement of the bed,
At night,
And I suddenly become alert;
Is it shaking?
Is it an earthquake?
I stop and stare,
But nothing moves anymore;
It might have been an illusive perception,
Or I have caused the movement
Of the bed;
I have never had
These kind of perceptions,
In my head before.
But we have had two earthquakes.
And even though,
The earthquakes have ended.
Memory remains;
Memory never leaves you;

He entered and came next to me;
They had decided the roles;
He was the supervisor
I was the employee;
«Why are you sitting?»
He said to me.
«I have been standing for 8 hours straight!»
My legs are hurting;
I thought to sit for a few moments;
Now there is nobody in the building.
Therefore I have no client,
Whatever;
So there is nothing I can do.
«How can you say,
There is nobody in the building,
While I am here?»
«If there is nobody in the building,
You have to go to stand up for me!»
I stood up;
As he went away
And sat comfortably in his office;
A clown in a costume, probably chatting online;

Hush
Look
Mud can talk.

The seduction of a feel,
Of a flower,
Of deep night.
When
I think of catching the spirit,
Of the
Night.
Over there
On the
Palm
Over the stairs.
If i could catch
That
Slump
Into a gaze.
Encryption
And
Put it in a
Vase…
Bottle…
Paper…

The touch, so deeply desirable,
The bloom is opened,
Especially in the kind dark.
Reaching
For the comfort of this living ghost,
That
Warms the evening.
My view is
Of the
Arching branch
Sheltering the walkway.
With
Graceful sway
It enlivens my spirit.
Few, perhaps only one
Feel
The sensuous art
Of phrase...
Of hand...
Thought convoyed by eyes only...

You are the smile on my lip
You are the verse on the paper
I panick not to loose your number
There will be no poetries anymore.