Empty of your presence ,
yawning flowers ,
formal ritual habbits ,
my heart jumping rabbit
full of your absence ...
Love locked in the cupboard ,
mocking wicked moon .
Morning time,mister liar
sh\'es still not here !
Running round the rooftops
with some bold alley cats...
Where are you my night away kitten ?
Slowly ajar, the front door offusqued !
Its also part of the protocol ...
You\'ll go home looking so confused ,
back to being my little key divinity !
It\'s so pleasant to lose you !
When at dawn flows
the shower of oblivion ,
the front door goes back to sleep,
my lovely lady of the key ...