attire of words


I’m gonna seek for you
through all the beasts
of my hamlet and yours
until I’ll get tired and then
I’m gonna take it again
from the beginning.

You will rummage beyond
my eyes and you’ll seek for me
inside you like a medicament
soothes a body.

I will send all the wolfs
of my soul to catch
your trace and to sniff
the scent that’s been
anointed by my wild heart.

You will send all the guards
of your spirit to look for me
through the place where
we kissed each other
for the first time and where
we used pseudonyms designed
nicely to look like a confusing
plastic love instead of names.

You will wander through
each path, beaten up with
the finesse of my steps and
sculptured by stones in a delta
just for cheering my ankles.

You will run like a madly one
howling through the valleys
of my mind, and through
the mountains of my senses
of the woman I am, but also,
through hilly hills of any story
of ours that reminds you of me.

Then, when you will find me,
I will love you… — I will love you
exactly as I did it from the moment
when my lips uttered the first verse
for you. I will love you as I’d supposed
to love you, — forever. Wearing
the attire of words from all our deeds
out of a perpetual spiral looking
for the absolute in the space
of metaphors and artistic myths.

©ᵏᴼᵏᴼ ↭ un p’tit je ne sais quoi 
Eric Clapton │ Say Yes Dog │ Mumford & Sons