mercredi 30 mai 2018

I miss...

"I miss
our laughs
our dinners with candles
our walks in the streets
the morning when you woke up close to me
the evening when you stayed at my place for the night
your questions
your jokes
the music you loved
your silence
your crazy thoughts
my crazy thoughts
the sound of your breathe
the touch of your skin
the warmth of your body"

Eraste de Saint-Amant, Poèmes garçonniers, 198..

(note of the editor: I think this poem was written during Eraste's stay in San Francisco, between 1986 and 1988. In the Saint-Amant handwritten archive, there are a few poems written in English, without date.)

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