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THOMAS VINAU : Le caillou

Let's not fall down now. I'll grow inside of you.

I'll swim. Don't leave me alone with your skin's

Saccharine. The rock burns my throat. I do you

Harm. I bring you down. You need me to. We

Walk from one edge of the night to the other. We

Wait. We smoke the rock. There is lightning

In our tremors. Cold flares, then burning.

Empty roads. We walk from one end to the other.

The universe is empty. Our eyes are needleheads.

The town is all ours. Lay down in the road.

Sit down close to me. Look at my skin. You'd

Think it did not belong to me. I'll give it to you.

Give you my face. Give you my shoes. Transform

Into marble. Into a hollow. Into refuse. The night

Has no end. It has sheer edges. It has filaments

On which we leave little morcels of our flesh.

See, the night lasts. The asphalt is like foam.

It's like carpet. And your hair! It seems to

Take flight. Now, it floats around you. I want to

Vomit. Then lick the white skin of your thighs.

Then vomit once again. You laugh. You fall down.

Your nostril is immense. My insides sink. Your

Red cheeks. The cold stone. The moon is a

Covered pool. A blue basin, electric. No vest

Bothering me. No cold tiling. No excess fat.

We swim the surface of a great emptiness. Your

Red cheeks. The cold moon. You can lean on me.

I'd have this moment endure, and the plate

Glass break, and break.