A red shudder
passes through me
I’ve opened the doors
to the silence of unknown musicians.
Impudent, I keep an eye on me.
I lose one’s way on the breezy look of this silent wave
You are enough for me.
This is the amber hour of the sigh, wherein your muscles relax and your mind tends into the streaked light of this hour.
I love you in this hesitant sun.
I face up to your aghast face and I smile, discreet and impetuous.
She calls the light in the passion of a kiss.