Our lips met
wet, from the rain.
after that you let,
get, inside and we came.

Ever since that moment,
I haven't been the same.
I can't forget, how you felt,
our body-heat could melt a flame.

The way you kiss
The way you smile
The way you make me feel alive
Along with what you made me do
Makes me enchanted to know you

You feel, you care, you understand
****, I love it when you hold my hand
You know, you see, you want
For me to hold your heart
In the palm of my hand
Protecting her from the bad

And I'll forever miss
Your hot, sweet kiss
Burning on my skin
Taking me to places I've never been
And I'll forever miss
The smile on your lips
Cause I can at least say
I'm grateful we turned out this way

With all the tears, with all the joy
With all the memories we'll never destroy
With my ups and my downs
With my head up in the clouds
I can finally say
That this is my only way
To love you.

Your hand slides through my hair,
Gripping tightly, pulling me in,
Eyes locked, filled with hunger,
My breath quickens as you take control.

Your lips crash against mine,
Demanding, hard, and deep,
I moan into your mouth,
My body melting into your touch,
Needing more, craving every bit of you.

Your grip tightens, pulling me closer,
My body responds, wanting to give in,
To feel the intensity of your claim,
I’m lost in the rhythm,
Every movement sends waves of pleasure.

You push me further, pressing me down,
I ache for more, for the force of your need,
The way you make me feel alive,
Filling every inch of me with fire,
Each ****** taking me deeper into bliss.

Your hand pulls my head back,
Marking my skin with your lips,
I feel the power in your touch,
And I surrender to the pleasure,
To the force of being completely yours.

Ils consomment des chiens chauds, hot dogs
Aussi
Comme vous
Mais ils ne mangent pas de chiens
Jamais, jamais
Ils ne mangent pas de chats
Ils ne mangent pas d'animaux de compagnie
Jamais, jamais.

Les immigrants mangent des sangliers
C'est du ‘Griot piqué’
Ils ne mangent pas de lapins
Mais ils mangent du ‘Tasso épicé’
Et bien sûr, ils mangent des hot dogs, des chiens chauds.

Les Haïtiens mangent et boivent de la Soupe Joumou
Dans laquelle nagent des légumes et bien sûr des carottes
La cuisine haïtienne
Est très, très bonne
Les immigrants consomment de bonnes viandes
Comme vous.

Arrêtez d'être raciste
Arrêtez d'être fasciste
Vos ancêtres mangeaient des chiens
Pas les immigrants, pas les Antillais
Et surtout pas les Haïtiens
Arrêtez cette haine honteuse
Pensez à votre sort
Au dernier rendez-vous
Les immigrants mangent des cochons frits
Comme des milliards d'Américains
Qui aiment les tartes aux pommes
Arrêtez les mensonges, arrêtez tous les mensonges.

P.S. Traduction de ‘They Eat Good Hot Dogs’.

Copyright © Octobre 2024, Hébert Logerie, Tous droits réservés.
Hébert Logerie est l'auteur de nombreux recueils de poésie.

They consume hot dogs
Too
Like you
But they don’t eat dogs
Never, ever
They do not eat cats
They do not eat pets
Never, never.

Immigrants eat wild boars, wild hogs
That’s hot Griot
They don’t eat rabbits
But they eat spicy Tassot
And of course, they eat hot dogs.

Haitians eat and drink Soup Joumou
Which contains vegetables and of course carrots
Haitian food
Is very, very good
Immigrants consume good meats
Like you.

Stop being racist
Stop being supremacist
Years ago, your ancestors used to eat dogs
Not immigrants, not West Indians
Not Haitians
Quit the hate
Think about your fate
On the final date
Immigrants eat fried wild hogs
Like zillion of Americans
Who love apple pies
Stop the lies, stop all the lies.

Copyright © October 2024, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of numerous collections of poetry.