the art of being eatable

Drunk people are more likely to tell the truth.

Actually, i don’t know if i should ask you.
i’m too afraid of the answer.
& i fear i might be sad if the answer is no.
& i fear i might be disappointed afterwards if the answer is yes.
i hate that.

then you never text me back, even if the subject is always frivolous.
i don’t know what this means.
are you afraid?
do you fear what i might say to you?
do you fear that you might fall in love back again
or do you fear that i might fall in love back again?
i’m afraid you might be actually right on certain points.
all of this is so sad, i shall go back at drinking again, so one day i might be drunk enough to tell you the truth.

do you even have any idea what’s going on in my mind?

IF

Mon pire cauchemar, ce sont mes rêves.
Ces rêves
Dans lesquels je peux t’éteindre, te parler, t’embrasser.
Ces rêves, qui sont pourtant si bons, je les déteste.
Ils me rappellent la dure réalité
Celle où je ne peux ni t’éteindre, ni te parler, ni même t’embrasser.
Et je déteste ne pouvoir le faire.
Et je déteste ne pouvoir le faire qu’en rêve.
Quand ton regard est tout aussi intense que le mien.
Quand tu bois mes paroles et les acquiesces avec passion.
Quand nos lèvres se rapprochent.
Je déteste ça
et je hais mon esprit, de me le rappeler que trop de fois.

IF

Dream a little dream of me; the mamas and the papas.

my hair, long and soft so that you can’t help touching them.
my skin, so white and smooth for you to cuddle it.
my eyes, tiny but so truthful that you want to stare in it forever.
my nose, so well-shaped that you could become addicted to Eskimo kiss it.
my tongue, licking so sensually you could get jealous of ice creams.
& my lips, tiny but so kissable according to you.
my neck, shaped like Cleopatra that you could suck so hard.
my shoulders, onto which you could cry so many times.
my arms, strong enough so I can hug you all day long.
my hands, into which yours fit so perfectly.
& my nails, long enough so you shiver every time they brush against you.
my breast, small but so grabbable for you.
my waist, well-marked so you can put your arms around easily.
my tummy, rounded so it makes a perfect pillow for you.
my back, so soft that you could stroke it all the time.
my bottom, surely big but so is your pleasure.
my hips, in a perfect continuity with my bottom so you want them more.
my legs, so well-shaped and freshly shaved for you to want to go upper.
& my feet, so cold but only to give you more sensation.

All of this is mine but it also belongs to you & you only ; because you’re the only one I want to ever touch them like you did before ; like I was made for you & you only.

IF