bend over me once again, i won’t hold my breath and i won’t count the seconds i promise,
my head was full of your torments and hurricanes, the strings of the storms that you tie with your smiles,
bend over me once again and i’ll listen to your murmurs this time instead of feeding my eyes with your eyes, this box of kaleidoscopes you open up with your talks, i’ve got an enveloppe filled with white sheets for you for every word you slice and the precise geometry of your imagination, the graphics and designs that map out my illusions,
bend over me once again and give me a drink and narcotics i want to sleep and i can pretend that i’m sick if we both are if my bad habits are the rules, you have to follow me uptown that’s where i live and make my bed, tomorrow it will be fifty years that we didn’t make promises, let’s celebrate.
bend over me once again and close your eyes, they burn through me through the pillow and the sheets and make me feel giddy, bend over me once again and count to three, one and i could use an embrace, two and i’ll hold on with a kiss, three…
bend over me once again…

Pour son anniversaire, on a offert ? C. le bouquin “Sex by Madonna”…

Sex by M

…un bouquin splendide aux photos assez d?coiffantes…mais ai-je besoin de le pr?ciser ?

allez, pisque c’est ma f?te aujourd’hui, vous voudriez pas me faire super grave plaisir en allant voter pour le blaugue de mon fr?re ? moi (Beleg pour ceux qui sont pas au courant) au Blogofight, allez soyez kewl et geeks et born to vote pour lui, en plus c’?tait sa f?te y’a quelque jours…

la nouille dans l’?vier, c’est pour faire pop ?

a year or two ago

i’m an instant and i’m patient as a century, and i hold back what i look back and i taste the taste,
i contemplate for a moment just a fragment, i can’t see from a distance, i walk further to discover what i’m not able to focus,
i’m a passage and a way, i open doors, i look in and i wait, i’m a lake with tides, i come to lick your feet and withdraw and hide,
i’m no one in the frame, i’m the picture, maybe i’m blur, maybe i’m also the walker, maybe i must stay and maybe i must wander,
this was a year ago, and this was tomorrow, i’m an instant and i’m patient as a century, i’m a circle and i’m the center, i’m where i’ve begun and i’m my own end…