May
May
We met under the appletree
This bird on the branch
Let it flit for a while among the blossoms
Making the sun
Move gently
On your cheek.
.../...
November
Lovers’s joyful groan
Bows the night
Unbuttons infancy
Unfolds the promised land.
Laurent Contamin's Carnets extimes, éd. Eclats d'Encre - 62 pp., 12€