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yann Jan 2022
Dans tes yeux je vois qui je suis,
Qui je pourrais être aussi,
Dans tes yeux je sais qui tu es,
Toujours, toujours je te verrai.

Dans les lignes de tes mains,
Je reconnais tous les galets qu'on croise aux coins des océans,
A la fois polis et soyeux, carressés amoureusement par les vagues,
Et rauques, sauvages, sculptés par la pluie et l'écume,
Prêts à affronter chaque orage.

Et quand le soleil se lève a tes cotés,
Qu'il se couche dans tes bras,
Dans les sourires de tes reflets
Dans le son de ta voix,
Dans l'effluve de tes pensées,
Dans chaque creux de tes doigts,
Je te vois toi.
01.01.2022 ! Ode à Noëmie.
yann Jan 2022
it strikes from within,
eats the seconds, the minutes, the hours, the
timing has to be perfect,
the schedules
thought out
have i given you enough to feed on
am i feeding myself
what food. what food is love.
sweet, too strong, biting my hand, parching my throat
it took my legs it took my hands it
forbade me from walking
spicy, too soft, caressing me, lifting me up
I'll float instead, I'll swim instead,
forced my adapting
love eats away at me,
i want more of it,
and then
I'll leave. I'll always want to. I always do. I will have to.

you want it too much,
i cannot feed you.
11.12.2021
yann Jan 2022
You make me go quiet.

i wanna forget sleep,
i want your hands on my chest,
i want to kiss you good morning,
then night,
maybe afternoon too,
i wanna go on a trip,
i want to sing our songs on the radio,
i want your hand in my hand,
i want to live peacefully and know
you won't be too far away from me,
i want to live loudly and know,
you will be way too close to me,
i want to love you all i can,
show it all i can,
live it all i can.

I'll sleep after that.
06.12.2021 Lucie
yann Jan 2022
take any form you wish,
twist the shape of us to your hearts desire,
we could be kind friends in the sun,
criminals in the night,
devour your body, then paint your nails,
run through the city, then just part ways,
and i would still love you the same.
06.12.2021 Love that isn't made of red fire.. is it less ? hmm
yann Jan 2022
when people look at our hands,
im afraid of all they can see
of me.

what if they fear
i dont love you enough?
what if they see
all the love i feel for you?

i have to close the door
to their voyeurism.
i have to open it
for us to walk through.

hold my hand tighter,
im still afraid
of me.
12.10.2021 Lucie
yann Jan 2022
i hope i look at you with as much love in my eyes
as you do

you are beautiful to me,
i wish i could explain it better,
make it prettier,

you are the brightest star
the warmest blanket,
the comfort of a soft bed after a tiring day,
the flowers blooming on my porch,
the shape hands make when they mean love.

i know if im beautiful to you,
i dont understand it but im sure it's true,
i love you.
12.10.2021 Lucie
yann Jan 2022
i used to write about
living in lovers' chests,

hiding myself away
in the comfort of softer ribs,

not having to move a bit,
from bigger hands keeping me safe.


i dont want that with you.


make room for me
right beside your body,

i'll keep you in our arms
for as long as it takes to feel warmth,

i won't hide within,
i'll love you loud enough to fly

that's what i feel with you.
12.10.2021 Lucie
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