Cet amour-là

"Elle dit: non, ne pleurez pas, ce n'est pas triste, en rien, en aucun cas. Il s'agit de vous et de pas vous, oubliez votre personne, ça n'a aucune importance. Il ne faut pas se prendre pour un héros. Vous êtes rien. C'est ce qui me plaît. Restez comme ça. Ne changez pas. Restez. On va lire ensemble."

Yann Andréa

When

Your eyes in the dark, even hidden behind their lids
Even miles away from me
Even
I don’t know you and I never really knew
But I want to

I think it’s the words people don’t say
Those words you say even though
You don’t mention the link
The road that goes from those words to me
The feelings in the flesh that summon those words
When your mind goes off
When your soul your self
You
Are as you are

The wind in the woods
The smell of mud
The dampness
How my nose, my skin, my lips react
Feeling whole again
As if fear was but a distant memory
When you fingers like leaves
When they stroke my bones and my flesh and my soul
When I don’t want to leave you anymore

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