From La balafre au minois

He goes away
naked
toward the hooks of our arrogant cedars
the Sergent-Major nibs that are compliant
to the non-arrival or to the attic
without pitiless day

It vibrates under your magnificence
pulls back and more than anything collapses
the exquisite eye I enjoy your ecstasy
ripping your hips off your hands
our kisses and their vices

One day I renounced my loneliness
sweaty heartbreak
your sex stammered my life
without a hint of modesty

Since the acrostics are gutted on the heath
the darts that grimace
the horror of the bells
where the panacea of ​​emptiness closes

The scandals made love with their cloaks
surprisingly it was not pastiche
and we
saps or wastelands with the index
flickings deleterious to fights
we will fight against all these nothings

A few meters away the cracks collide
the notch fixed the slate with the pipe
and I deaf from his stoles
the patina that becomes a body

Hedge
harassed by crumbling slips
I steal arrows
the flowerbed embedded with a slap
where the hovels crumble

From his kidneys writes at last with greetings
the temple glosses and gives birth to clashes
where I cry the vein that crowns it
the red each time paler

Salutations to our handcuffs
in trances and in the bakehouse of the skull
excess barely burnt out
where to allow is to become a rodent

I forget which balcony will balance me out
increasingly black
to torture my layers
relentlessly
and a woman’s hickeys