I did not know
how clouds get thinner
blooming
among blue seashells
and I did not know
your eyes icing
of Rhodos
flooding
that part of me
unseen
undecipherable
stand-by
I was only syllabicating
the silky texture
of your hands
frozen in marble

n’oubliez jamais

I catch your contour
in the morning
robbing myself
in fidgetiness


(translated in English by Luminita Suse)