Wednesday, July 09, 2008


On the sudden I am awake,
I am in a roomwith you, -nothing I could ever contain-
under my arm, on my chest.

You are burning with seamless entirety.

For a long second I look at your quiet face the smoothness of the lines that draw out your open eyes.

A moment is all I can hold of you.

In that moment all of you fires to the surface,
every particle shows off it's side, it's bend.

In a moment,
the stillness,
in the warmth of your features, everything I have ever been
-the demons,
all the faces I have worn,
all my ghosts and disguises,
all my armours and gowns,
come out for you and yours for me.

-Pascale Giroux (1967)

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