An enchantment

(2006)




Like a perturbed tune, a moon or aquelarre dances through crystals and beads


you sleep.




Perhaps it's my uneasy sigh
a sweet presentiment gets maybe entangled in the airy night.

Electric waves cross the atmosphere, watery: I am a vigil, such a sentinel; your delicate lace used to bring me your name


now


it does it in galvanic spasms, in oblivion and pain
and all this runs by the night air

the nightair


instantaneously, being one only thing with the mist of the night, that is electric and is you.



There is no pain: you're the sun of my growing... even your ivies know that I love you like nobody else does.
I do.


Back in the night, there was a blue-alpha message crossing the blue-alpha night, that could not be deciphered by the mörning:


and some aroma of my pubis hair is telling you: 
"I am afraid, now you are who shall take my pain away, my fear..."





















Meanwhile, out in the deceased night, the Demon of the Sun will start dancing sur la Manche.