French for caprice

rattle (7/17)

  a story is just a story, I figure.
   a passion documented in the heart, that goes untitled.
   I've been there.
   so have you.

kobieta (5/17)

   sometimes I tell her things: war & whiskey & whores of another no-one.
   & sometimes the silence between us is the deep well of sorrow, where
   we wonder how we became the sanctuary for this stranger's heart.

fault & creature (5/17)

   Once I pulled her from the river by her wet fur.
   it was in the brazen music of thunder & the metallic
   harmonies of mourning machines  -  machines that loved
   with fatal, sincere grace.

stolen kiss motel (2/17)

   you used to care for music, until the lovesong broke your heart;
   the silver eyes of a siren; & the churning sea, & the rocks so close.

danger is a French kiss (11/16)

   but I hold her hard, & she clings with her body & her heart.
   me, all hair & scars, the incision of her bite,
   the wet from her eyes & ...

aiseki (sorrow) (10/16)

   sorrow whispers at the window
   hollow distant innuendo
   a heart is full  -  a heart is fallow
   melting like a yellow candle

if i'm not home (entirely transcribed) (6/13)

   linger at my door
   dear, as you pass
   upon the sullen knob
   of misty brass
   attach a garland there,
      of roses
   and sprinkle it with Love -
   (this presupposes)                  
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