TanTrysts on a Mansard


Mon rocher, ma tour —

Et si on parlait d’amour?

Respirer comme l’un.

 

La lune brille sur nous

Comme nos lèvres murmurent:

“L’aube peut attendre.”

 

 

© 2015 Chantale Rêve

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