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In the 3 minutes and 14 seconds
that this song lasts
I went back and forth in time
3 and 14 times
respectively.

Safely seated in the bus
I pointed my chin forward,
let past and future unfurl,
let go
back first.

Paris and its wild lights / trajectories I couldn’t grasp / too high on my bike / and his blurry picture / before me

rays of light, laughs / did we roll on the grass / trying to pick up a friend / fallen apple too full of juice? / yes we did

and did I make a wish / meaningful and dear / while everyone was away / except me and / a shooting star?

She says, « but there was not
enough space for you /
I couldn’t find any place
for you / now it’s too late »;
is it ever?

I let go
and forth,
into this life
and the next

This form is already souvenirs,
the rest comes in flashes
on a bumpy ride:

bodies curled in fallen leaves, crying / tears to come

I, chasing a rush of stars / through loud sound

« everything will be alright », your voice / fading soft

your kiss again, and its apple taste / city to go

tea scents

dog spirit

dismembering

snow bed

rose drops;

sugar rush

head massage

bass pumping

seasons’ descent

blood dripping.

Time flies
but I make space for all lives
I could and could not have,
I will and will not have,
all the same

words fly
leave whiter holes
perfect

In 3 minutes and 14 seconds
I have found a place for this
one thing
that’s all

* Here is the song I am talking about : Too Late, by Ariane Moffatt. *
* Oh, and I missed dVerse Poets yesterday, but I used their prompt anyway. *

This has been a mascara-thick day
I covered my face with a domino
only half fulfilled
yet my lips in bloom

All day long I have been trying
to protect myself from your echo
eardrums half pierced
by midnight sounds high

Waiting in a wagon as sweet
as a ride in the dark with neon
stars plastered around
and lips singing tight

I have to conceal everything
but I do burst sometimes, and I did
leave murmurs, heart
broken laughters in air

Had I a cigarette I would gaze
at its lit butt till my holes for eyes
are damaged again
yet there’s the moon

And now she’s making up for lightness
with a shower of Perseid lights
perfidious heartstabbers
rotten leftovers

With my acid smile and moon-drenched
blackholes I look at changing cities
and the midnight rain
fades both our colours.

*** This poem has been written with M83’s Midnight City in my earplugs – memories of rain and light – full moon still impeding my… normality? – full moon still working shifts on me. I hope you see a star fall. If not, at least you have many beautifully sad poems to read, here at dVerse Poets Pub. Oh, and by the way, the pic was modified with Instagram, again. ***