Belle et Jérôme

Raining fog
misty rain
drops hanging
mid-air
one desperate breath
before goodbye
I keep fists
clenched
teeth
stomach
not to act
not to insult
not to aggress
a sensation through the spine
denied
the end
another night
to seek
one more
encounter
a phantasmal chance
You
a mirror
a ghost?
a phantasy?
an idea?
a gentle breeze
a playful butterfly
fluttering nymph
dark-haired angel
a gentle stroke
of my chords
a poor fiddle
I am
dancing your tunes


this hug is going to last forever
so… is this night.