Et de ratage en ratage, on s'habitue à ne jamais dépasser le stade du brouillon.
La vie n'est que l'interminable répétition d'une représentation qui n'aura jamais lieu.

---Hipolito, Le fabuleux destin d'Amélie Poulain

Friday, July 24, 2009

Pas de Deux

As I drove away,
I began to think about a passenger;
and their sweetness embraced me and I smiled.
I took on curves with wings
and passed through highs & lows on the black pavement
as though they were pinnacles of mountains yet to be conquered.

The passenger simply gazed, lovingly-
dozing off while in disbelief of our tangibility.
Our hands met in mid-air,
the cold air framed our smiles.
Suddenly-lamp posts, branches, darkness.
And so I began to descend
until I crossed familiar paths,
and I returned home-
my heart heavy with the motions,
hanging ballet slippers on the wall,
the seat beside me: untouched;
my pas de deux comme les fleurs du mal.



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