Pour Ella
La fumeuse la plus belle
i flow with the smoke into your mouth
i fall down your gorge
from your lungs i enter your bloodstream
intoxicating you
i rush through your arteries
heading for your skin
i will make you tingle all over
(it’s always my fault
no matter whose hands are touching you
it’s me that makes you tingle
yes i confess, even there)
then i hurry back
diving through your veins
out of breath
i need to reach your heart
i want to touch it
but it’s too loud and wild
pumping madly
throwing me around chamber
after chamber, a roller coaster ride
this is a place where i must submit
my will to yours
so i rush out again
this time heading for your brain
i’m not sure what i’ll do here
tease you, please you
maybe unease you
by rhyming too much
a poem as such
doesn’t have to
maybe i just came here to digress
as i usually do
but i feel a surge
pulling me back down
once more the rush through your heart
a lovely place among those beautiful hills
but now it seems you’re tired of my games
i’m blown (oh i wish)
into your lungs
i feel them contract
i’m caught, riding the hurricane
as you breathe me out again
i reach for your lips
hanging for a second by my fingertips
before i’m lost and you dwindle
slowly out of sight
as i’m ventilated away
once more alone with the molecules of banality
it was a wild ride my dear
thanks for having me
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