in her secret life



A hot damp night of November.

In a hot damp night of November, he slaughtered her silvery body and whispered: “Now you are my girl”.

His fingers entwined hers and his kisses burned her skin redder and redder.

“Please enter”, her lips made a secret curve.



Darling, I don’t know you much.

Well…I guess I don’t want to.

Sometimes, too much knowing kills.

So, I chose to let it still.


All I know is the smell of you.

The scent of damp spring grass in a foggy morning,

of the cologne you put the first night we met,

of touches and kisses when lights turn low,

and of your warm chest where my cheek perfectly fits in.


Been alone since 23

He tries to laugh and be happy

But I know it to be quite contrary.

No place’s like home.


His home,

where stars’re shining on the night sky,

fills brightly in his heavy eyes

and his tired mind.

All he want is one more Saturday night,

dancing on the other Earth’s side.


He keeps longing

‘Til a day…


I want you to smile when thinking of me in a sudden glimpse of mind.

I want you to send me food photos if you enjoy your lunch and think I would too if I were with you.

I want you to play Chantal’s Besame Mucho at least once a week and recall my kisses on your cheek.

I want you to leave a place on your bed at the left side as you know it’s where I’m sleeping one night.

I want you to keep rhyming cause you’re getting better. A little cheer up that makes you feel lighter.

Last but not least,

I want you to want me.



You and I,

like Day and Night.

Still, I remember you were waiting

every morning under my balcony

just to have a breakfast with me.

And now, after you walked out of my life,

it is me standing under your balcony every night,

wishing that I could catch your sight.


It will be more than fine.

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