Vol Farouche // Untamed Flight

Contez, parmi de l’heure, quelque august
le fleur nue qui se devoile comme si c’est 
perdus aux paradis

Je vais nu, disons, j’ai fleuri


THE WELLSPRING, SPRUNG.


Fûmes Deux.
cet baiser d’ete jonche...

fûmes deux,
regonflons avec le avant-gout
si vif, vif, vif
le frisson finale

et
pli selon pli
 je deviens decroche;
en plein suspension deja

 Fûmes Deux.
 muet, muet
fûmes deux.

deja mûr
si
deja mûr

un seul éclat de rire
fûmes deux

Deux,
qui c'est plus près de
SEUL

* 

Proclaim, within an hour, esoteric things,
the naked flower that undresses itself as if lost in a paradise

I go nakedly,  let us say, I have bloomed
 THE WELLSPRING, SPRUNG.
 We were two.
the kiss of a scattered summer...

we were two...
swelling with the first-taste
so bright, bright, bright
final throes
and
fold by fold,
I become unhooked
Full Suspension Now.

We were two.
 quietly, mute
 we were two

already ripe
so
already ripe

a singular burst of laughter
we were two

Two,
which is the closest to
SEUL