Poeme : This Moment

I wake up every single morning
Wondering what time it is where you are
And I think of what you might be doing.
Imagining makes you seem not so far.

And I wait for late afternoon to come
So my fingers can run on that keyboard
Pocking you with the humor of my sword.
All your words filling the void as would rum.

When night comes, I press myself against you
And I feel your fingers slaloming on my skin
Both amazed by where we have never been.
Every single time, it seems so new.

I have dreamt of this day a thousand times
And have never wanted to picture it
To let this special moment be sublime.
This way, we’ll experience it as perfect.

12-18-05

i wakə yp əvəʁi sɛ̃ɡlə mɔʁniŋ
wɔ̃dəʁiŋ wa timə it is wəʁə iu aʁə
ɑ̃d i tɛ̃k ɔf wa iu miɡt bə duiŋ.
imaʒiniŋ makəz- iu sim no so faʁ.

ɑ̃d i wε fɔʁ latə aftεʁnun to kɔmə
so mi fɛ̃ʒe kɑ̃ ʁœ̃ ɔ̃ ta kebɔaʁ
pɔkiŋ iu wit tə ymɔʁ ɔf mi swɔʁ.
al iuʁ wɔʁd fijiŋ tə vwa a wuld ʁɔm.

wɛ̃ niɡt kɔmə, i pʁεs mizεlf aɡɛ̃st iu
ɑ̃d i fil iuʁ fɛ̃ʒe slalɔmiŋ ɔ̃ mi skɛ̃
bɔt amazεd bi wəʁə wə-avə nəve bin.
əvəʁi sɛ̃ɡlə timə, it sim so nεw.

i-avə dʁəamt ɔf ti dε a tuzɑ̃ timə
ɑ̃d-avə nəve wɑ̃tεd to piktyʁə it
to lεt ti spəsjal mɔmɑ̃ bə syblimə.
ti wε, wəεl εl εkspəʁjɑ̃sə it a pεʁfεkt.

duzə tiʁε diz- ɥi tiʁε zeʁo sɛ̃k