Triptych Les Érotiques, Sydenham Hill Wood, 75x75cm

Poem by Lola G.

 

The listening (écoute) is a mold made for tales (conte). With its two consonnants calling. Why don't you fit my word and penetrate my vowels. Come closer and nestle into my ears. Flow as you please like dew inside a corolla. I am a mill for your flowing words. I drink your mouth and loose my head. Let your letter o lay on mine so my u and your n can be one (un) as they should.