CŒUR-MUDAxSOL

ÈPOETRY

Cœur

A sparkling aura, « un, deux, trois, soleil » with the moon.

Direct shadows, keepers of the flesh’s curves. The sun is perched, running on the sleepy skin of a woman who just awakes. She speaks to the wind. Crouched somewhere between earth and sky. She defies the star, put on her horns, provokes it. 

The blue liquid strokes her tights. In the stream, her ribs mirror the sky, arched by the water flow. Pearls are sliding off her hips, as they sing a Venusian tune. 

A solar lapping. Her eyes are closed, she pinched her left breast. Last night, she moved her heart. In the early morning, she was fiercely wearing it on her lower back. Tonight, she will wear it as a necklace, around her neck, then she will dance with the daffodils. 

Yesterday, she wanted to dance on the lunar reflections of the watery field. Tomorrow, she will dive into the checkerboard earth. Later, the procession will noisily whisper an ancient song, an ode to the glory of her carnal layer.