Old Tenting Of Hemidiaphragm

I games eloquence,

when your big blue eyes, seeks mine.

Staying sober, tin soldier,

to break something.

Because there are so many suicide bomber on your shoulders.

I too

I'm afraid these days of heatwave

From his bleached hair.

I'm afraid of having

always

something to break.

I wanted to be a mother lion.

Because I lacked nothing,

when you had intended your lips into a puzzle

lost on a back seat.

Tell me,

are you always on my neck loosened ?

Tell me.

Because I want to love you inside out.

©] [Ma. Cha Aubin 2010

Group photograph

ARIEL [In Gatineau]

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