chéri

that spins through buried bones

tied with crooked veins

the roots of your galactic brain

et oui, my body is cracking

pained, crushed, tracking

seconds that may never be. 

in my comic digits,

from every inch, I fidget

to touch you again.

when your feet

beat the ground

in an old, classic, traditional sound-

first I melt. then I'm found

above you, comme le ciel est bleu

there is nothing that I understand about you

Dieu, how I would like to.