La métamorphose de l’amant dans le lit
Eyes shut
at first,
then mind opens.
Hearing of the past, the present, the future,
looking at things gone,
and at things done,
at things yet to come.
I unstuck leather from my legs
like a shedding snake
slithering away into an unknown time.
Lover left behind.
At the same time my body sunk
into the sheets
fiber, fabric
into the mattress
silk and springs.
Swallowed up
I disappeared,
where did you go?
Eyes shut
still
covered in scales evaporating.
My eyes were cracked marbles
stolen and unpolished, with no discernible colour.
This body wasn’t mine anymore
as I looked out to a celestial pole.
Ce lit ne se fait plus avec lui
just like I found a habit to embroider my ennui,
ce n’est qu’une autre métamorphose
when you sink down and can’t grasp air
commence à avoir l’air
de rien