it is to the magic of you
that I owe you
to have stayed on
To the magic of these moments
luminous and revealing
which craving for
I prey upon
every time you create one
Two or three intense moments
which life and derisory things
keep drowning in my memory
Two or three dispersed moments
whose wave
- as I walk in the rain,
hesitating to leave you -
comes and electrifies me
Sylvie M. Miller
fevrier 2010
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