Effluves
Her hair hummed
a melody of scents
hymn of kantil & jasmine
santal & lily
as she saw
my amazed glance
on the nape of her neck
she said
ça te plait?
une longue natte
tressée descendait
de sa nuque
en cascade de blondeurs
jusque sur la nappe-table mat
de la table où sa hanche
s'appuyait
-hunch
present-
iment of satiety
a tendency was
on the way to
let me give up a
basic clonation idea
too
sterilized!
(but i suddenly learnt
women steal our
immortality)
Jean-Philippe Guéant
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