to lose themselves in its eyes, to still offer its body

to be just happy, the space of a few hours


to give up itself completely, with this indecent desire,

with this rain of pleasure which returns to us so alive


by closing the eyes, by opening them a little


while frissonant initially, while trembling then

just because our bodies did not choose the escape


to smell its hands everywhere, its breath in my neck

my indiscreet caresses, in search of this whole

making undoubtedly insane


and then...

it is time to leave

to turn over to the port

to take again the ship

of a life carrying out undoubtedly to death