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Quantums of Happiness

Your presence,
Is a dance without a hymn,
A ballad without a bend,
a winter without an end:
where I curl up by the fogged glasses
to forget the warmth sun offered me once.
The bright of your eyes are the shy autumn and mysterious fall.

Your absence,
Is a sigh without despair,
A rain without the air,
A summer with ominous ends:
My smile sometimes pretends.
For time becomes a path,
and journey is measured in memories.
I become a monk and a thief,
looking for peace, settling for grief.

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and a croissant please.

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Iceberg

I slip in my dreams,
And the cold water resurfaces,
I was near,
You : an oasis in a sky full of snow :
Teach me now,
make me untouchable.

When the heart is just,
an untouched dreamy almond,
Do you dream of a bloom?
Or you crush it?
Just to taste the ordeal.

To remember a voice
Is to douse self in fire,
It shall tone down with words
and voices and sadly dreams.

No wonder they once told me to use
the cooking oil pleasantly.

Fire has every answer,
Remember your rotations, if ever
Were blasphemous , No wonder.
I still remember the eyes, the untouched orange sky.
Give me an address

Make me a Phoenix.

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Relapse

Oysters devoured raw with lemon,
the sun turning burned orange, its warmth
slips teasing my citrus lips,

The tongue of fire,
tell me once,
Is this all real:
silence amidst unquestioning brightness.

Would I not relapse, into the same room again
with a finished pinot noir on the floor?
the tongue needing a flood,
lungs: a river of smoke
and the heart: a sea of troubles.