In love with him… why not ? And if it had to go further… but for where?
There is not far ; there is today ; would i still be there tomorrow?
Only, the moment matters ... Not easy to tame ... how to feel the heat in my body? Heat so brief, that has barely started, it will already be the past.
Every minute that passes, I desire his love. And time to think about it, it's already the end ; without tasting it…
What to do to stop time ? Death no doubt ... but I will never have had its heat ...
A day of sickness and suffering for me (why not you ?) : from writing to painting, a rescue for a lifetime.
Lucette
