Sweetness

You lie, you don’t know the sweetness

You know nothing of the granted confidence

Of the defeated fear

Of the appeased hunger

You lie, you don’t know the sweetness

You know nothing of the metallic taste of blood

Of the starry bitterness of hope

Of the silky perfume of victory

You know nothing, you lie all the time

You know nothing of the sweetness one feels

For the one missing, outstanding

Bright, recognized, obvious

You lie, you don’t know the sweetness

You know nothing of the hours spent waiting

Of the key moment when all is untangled

Of the joy so sweet, when all falls over

You lie, you don’t know the sweetness

However, it’s your name I shout

However, it’s your picture I pin at the back of my heart

However, it’s your silhouette I draw around my body

However, it’s your voice I hold in each of my words

I lie, I lie too

Like you, like I breathe

I lie to the sweetness of the link, fragile, subtle,

that exists between you and me.

This pain that lies in you, in me

that forces us to try and be ourselves

That is, for me, the definition of sweetness.

A l’amant…