Thursday, May 05, 2005

In a new style

BLUE PORTRAIT.

Sketch 1
You wake me in the middle of the night
with nothing to say. I know what it is
you want. It is what I want also.
You know the odd semblance of things
in the half-conscience. You know how blue
we are in the effulgence of our streetlamp

blue bluing blued

Sketch 2
You are the blue hare in the white snow,
pursued by the fox who sees you clearly.
The fox only wants a nip, a little taste.
Du calme, du calme. Do not be afraid.
Come a little closer.

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