Lover nm (from Old French, bitter, love) Man with a woman who has sex outside of marriage
4:07
I do not sleep.
I'm crazy to kill.
pacing the carpet of shit
one fucking neurotic hypochondriac
I lie in bed for thirty singles
Convinced that access to the hype-itude give him a surplus of identity.
The skunk can be. I'm trapped
. Worst of all
In boiling
I do not want.
I'm naked.
I dress quickly
Because he says he must go.
One Monday morning in spring warmth that can whip you in the face.
I go.
I go back to bed.
moisture in bed.
And in a burst of nostalgia.
I send a message.
Direct.
Straight.
Because there are desires
That can not fight.
So we decided to revisit
same evening.
same night.
As a desire of being without the other
Who is beyond us.
1:30 am, I'm home.
Afraid to pass this door.
After what happened.
After close between us.
We do not know whether we should embrace.
Your kitchen to smoke.
Gazing into the eyes
With discomfort for our respective desires
That contains. .
With you last night is nothing.
I do love you as before.
My eyes seek support.
Nothing.
2:33
It does not happen that night
The presence of the other suffices.
In a bed
Two
For reassurance of solitude.
I feel you near me.
I fight.
It's your voice that asks me
So I'm getting closer.
near you, I shine.
We grazes.
I die for you.
is undressing.
face of our nakedness.
I read in your eyes which end in me.
L'*****.
Again.
Your mouth adjoins mine.
Our languages, our juices
I drink you.
The softness of your skin
What I explore
With my sweaty fingers.
Your hair in my eyes
And your words that echo the past
"it never ends."
Talk to us,
A route such as CDI
Up resignation of another.
Until love is found elsewhere.
In you I forget.
I'll leave you alone in the morning.
Crossing this vast apartment.
To meet my daily student.
I want you back,
One night at Republic.
wake myself up in the noise of the city.
Feel the excitement all around us
We, alone, in the middle of this room banal
This passion palpable.
*, my late lover.
