They call it kissing.

I'll meet you there __

  at the end of me
  touching the end of you
     the end of your ocean

where ripples of you
   waving on your tongue
crush on your lips' shores.

we'll pour our seas into each other's
   mix our flavors, our colors,
        and blend our sands

 so that we may never end again.

     I'll sip the last spills of you
by the cliff of your chin.

and let us be nothing
but two pairs of lips suspended
      two ends tasting infinity.

. . .

There is only
         one reason
                      to do

    anything.

To state the Universe

       who you are.


Always ask yourself

           what is the statement you are making through your action ?


and make sure it represents the highest vision of yourself.

Cette fois.

Des dizaines de lunes ont tombées,
sans laisser de poussière de mots
pour cristalliser ce que les jours ont dévoilé.

Mais cette fois, cette fois j'y crois.
Je veux rattraper ma plume au vent...