To Laurentin,
Skylark

Another sheet of paper for you with inked words
Pretending to pretentiously carry metaphors:
Lights for February, for anchored loves
Becoming projected, mundane candle holders.

The shadows in the room sketch your silhouette
You’ll hear dawn: shrieks of the skylark;
Cuddled in a precious dream, in the drapes of your shape
Multiplying the room with your sighs,  saying… more…

I’ll think on you, in you, and then for you:
Your breath, your jolts, your smiles, your sounds
Will be my compasses,  capricious circle
Naked ‘fore the Universe, under the skies of your roof.

And sealing upon your mouth tonight’s stars
The flask of my air offers you the threads
Of my words’ desire, a black supple river
On that day, no roses, but the lovers’ span…

Written in Lyon on Valentine’s Day 2016.