Hearts, stars, flowers, moons, small and large tattoos drawn by the sun, you bring light pendants under the rain, you make them swing on the wind, you play with your fingers and mix with your hair the earrings that are always different… moons and stars, flowers and hearts. Light symbols, childish games that slip everywhere, thoughts of a women that still make you laugh. Desire to wear only hearts, only stars or to mix different rings, earrings and pendants like wildflowers. A heart forever, a star marks a day, a flower reminds me of many moons and beautiful nights to come. You carry your soft and shiny signs like surprises, smiles, reminders… Small, large light motifs mark your skin, flowers and stars, moons and hearts, kisses and caresses.
You touch your front with that usual gesture that I know so well. It means look at me and it has nothing to do with your rebellious red locks. Hands that mark the air, unpredictable like butterflies, hands colored by many rings, hands that let of lightnings like revolvers loaded with flowers. Impertinent hands that rest on your hips and say it all, they take me and sparkle while you do shhhhh! You touch my lips with your fingers, and leave me speechless. Now I have eyes only for your eyes, for the blue-purple, green-yellow trails, sea and leaves that leave me your caresses, the red marks of your rings that will return to awake our usual thoughts tonight. Hands that touch, rings that look like exclamation points, commas, suspended dots… waiting for you.