My farewell letter

My farewell letter to love .

Blue and blues style .

You gave me the tipsiness

of one last kiss .

like a relief ...

Farewell, spelling 

some accomplice skirmish ,

still addicted to their chains,

 burning liquorice flower

picked up on a damp

departure platform 

where the nostagia train 

will be announced with a delay...

 I watch you leave for other arms

and write the story of another drama...

  I already miss your taste ...

The poet likes to weep bouquets 

of croco tears that he will place 

on the gravestone of his inspiration...

Scribbler in love do you have 

really so much time to waste,

believing the sweet lies in Elsa's eyes ?

The words take on this beautiful shade

of ochre and rust that settles 

on the silence of our wounds ...

 As it to say :

''You see, tenderness still exists ! ''

Oaths are only written on clouds

and become legends ...

Passes by ,the gardener of times 

who makes a big pile of theses vanities

before setting fire to them...

 I tore up my farewell letter 

telling you to come back ...

  What's the point of crying ?

All this goes down with a dry martini ! 

On the opposite platform, at dawn ,

life will come along .

 And I will recognize you 

in her gaze and salt of her lips .

In this other heat I will breathe 

your secret incandescence ...

 Will always be just that poet 

of the blue and blues plains of Mercury ?