13 July 2011

The Lover by Paul Eluard

She is standing on my eyelids
And her hair is in my hair,
She has the shape of my hands,
The colour of my eyes.
She is absorbed in my shadow,
Like a stone upon the sky.

She keeps her eyes open
And doesn’t let me sleep.
Her dreams in broad daylight
Make the suns evaporate,
Make me laugh, weep and laugh,
And speak, without a thing to say.

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