I held this one for you
"A poem is never finished, only abandoned."
Paul Valery
Emma, my love
You know for too well
That's not the way our story ends
No happy ending
No homecoming
No parade
No Facade.
I know you're thinking about me
Every time you go to sleep
In the middle of the night,
After midnight till dawn
I'm right there
I just finished
writing a poem for you:
A summer Affair of the heart
With music composition
For tenor saxophone
in decrescendo
I held this one for you.
I invade every layer of your mind,
I inhabit every cluster
of your breath.
If you intend to be a good woman
You don't need fame, thrills,
And fairytale.
A peaceful, secure,
and fulfilled life is like
a water jet of living water.
I held this one for you.
When you were afraid
to come close to me,
I disarmed every bit
of resistance in your mind
By saying:
Baby, I'm a lover, not a murderer.
I love vagina, not dead body.
I rather cultivate you as roses
Than to harvest you
as dead leaves.
I love roses, not dead leaves.
I held this one for you.
Poetry enhances life
And life gives poetry
its majestic crown
Flowers, drinks, gourmet food,
and perfume,
Their poetic appellations
make them Extra-ordinary,
tasteful, exquisite.
Let's play a game
You are in the morning
Forget-me-not
You are at midday
Risotto Lobster
with Parmesan Egg Pancake,
Confit Tomatoes and Coral Tuille
You are in the afternoon
Hibiscus cosmopolitan
You are at night
Les infusions d'Iris
I held this one for you.
Your love transforms me
into a singing poet.
I wasn't writing a poem;
I was writing a song.
When poetry invites music in,
Words become sparks of fire.
In any way, you look at it,
I love you anyway.
I'm poetry, and you're my music.
I held this one for you
Until you come back to me.