l'été indien

I think I need to invent another alphabet
to compose inexhaustible stories
for you to get drawn on some of them.

And I think stars should be the orator
which shall have to read... to you
some fancy-schmancy literature
well-defined in a berceuse sound
able to drag you in sweet dreams
classified in intimate aromas
when you'll wish to be absorbed
with different seductive sentiments...

seductive sentiments of the morning, —
having top note, – naughty

seductive sentiments of the daytime, —
having heart note, – a privy gentle solace

seductive sentiments of the evening, —
having base note, – an irresistible love

and in-between, — all seductiveness, —
having intermixed notes,
similarly to any cosmopolitan moment
harmonized to an Indian summer,
smoothly hugged in winter's tenderness.

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