The night

at night, the comfortable atmosphere, the pouring of daily skin, softness and slide on the sheets of the night.

The metallic and metric night, fairy and innocent. The night of all adjectives and love only.

I dedicate the night in my bed to the stars of your iridescent eyes. The night is your voice on my shoulder, the night is that indescribable space of abandonnement.

Oh, the night! It's so unfair when we want to keep open to any sign of live, but we just fall asleep like a well nourished child.