The Scales Of Embrace
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On the terrace
I see the hands get quietly furious
Because the eyes are calm
Always calm
Taking judicious balance
With the guy in his leather jacket
And illegitimacy
Tucking into his canard magret
After a semi-aborted trek
Along the Calanque's immensities of sea
And rock and wordlessness
The adoration was too much
I'm already in mourning
For the hands and the eyes
And I am once again
The presently embarrassed lurch westward
Now, a saturday night in Marseille
Will always loop with addled glimpses
Of our Mont Claire
Her tiny ass
And staggering legs a-quake in a dress and heels
Turning corner after corner,
Running away, oh running away
And I wanted to say
Did I say wordlessness?
Did I say wordlessness?
Once we caught up to her at her door
My hand keeping Claire upright
On the top step of scorn
Fumbling her keys:
We should have let her run away
We should have let her run away
To leave us to our immemorial impasse
She saw before we did
And only too well
Sil tu plait
Embrasse-moi
Sil tu plait
Embrasse-moi
How could I not say wordlessness
How could I not say wordlessness
How could I not say wordlessness
Embrasee-moi
How could I not say
How could I not say
Worldlessness
Remembering how the evening sun
Found its dim yet hopeful light
Gasping in a leaf:
Sil tu plait!
Embrasse-moi, it said.
Gasping in a leaf: sil tu plait!
Un dernier cรฅlin?
Remembering how the evening sun
Cartwheeled over the cliff
Forgotten
And loved at last