Sometimes I hate poetry .
Her serpentine desired embrace.
I would like to tell her :
\'\' Run away ! And leave my life
free of your presence ! \'
Your face, that of seductress ,
an actress , childlike siren ,
ghostly Marylin ,
whom I believe to be fragile ...
Demanding mistress ,
who becomes imploring
and distressed ...imposture !
You know how to drive me
to distraction ...
But so often, I am alone
in my nights .
I wonder about your betrayals .
You inhabit so many other skins
and minds in love ,inspiring...
You are Lola the scandalous,
I am Oscar the decadent .
I will search for my words
in Dalilah\'s opulent hair ,
offering my throat to the dagger ...
Poetry bringing death
to men who desire her ....
I would like to confine you ,
pale and livid Victorian creature
in interior without light
where you will be part of my hell .
But I am just this fool
who always succumbs
at your succubus charms ...
\'\' Poetry returns in my body ! \'\'
Subject I am
to your every whim ...