No matter, the awakening is good

Chin up

In the hollow of a familiar shoulder

My whole body

Deposited on another

My foot is hanging out of bed

To keep me fresh

As if freshness would last

I would say it is a day for lovers

Breasts pearly with shared pleasure

That we lick with handkerchiefs and sheets

I splash my pleasure into confetti

On the morning of a foreign hour

My bones are liquid

In the waltz of our sleeping basins

I feel them boiling

Warmth that we offer ourselves

From mouths to pelvis

Our sexes mingle

Bandaged, wet, hardened, swollen

No matter, the awakening is good

-Andrée Bouffard (she)