Nathalie Boisard-Beudin

The Lover's Tear

A
Tear:
A world
Inside which
I would lose myself,
Translucent ocean of grief,
Its fluxes dictated by its own moons, chimeras.

I
Want
To drown
In that world;
Lost in its currents,
To glide, drift, caressing that cheek,
Fall - dizziest moment - coming to rest on her breast.

To
Lick
The salt,
Taste the brine
Bitter with sorrow,
Forbidden dreams, sunken mermaids:
A whole world in torment, crying, calling in its sleep.

I
Must
Confess
This to you:
I feel no desire
To quench those tears, to lift her soul.
Those lips may murmur endearments but the heart smiles, still.

Bio

Nathalie Boisard-Beudin is a middle aged French woman living in Rome, Italy. She has more hobbies than spare time, alas - reading, cooking, writing, painting and photography - so hopes that her technical colleagues at the European Space Agency will soon come up with a solution to that problem by stretching the fabric of time. Either that or send her up to write about the travels and trials of the International Space Station, the way this was done for the exploratory missions of old. Clearly, the woman is a dreamer.

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