Eyes

I poured the hourglass into your black eyes 

I would be for you the goddess 

In the nectar which flows in the well of honey 

My last glance I want whether he is for you 

I wait for you I want you I belong to you 

I am the slave of your desires 

Of a beating of lash and I quench your envy 

I perfume your iris of gasolines murder 

My last glance I want whether he is for you 

I wait for you I want you I belong to you 

I plant in your heart the Cupidon dart 

I offer you the earth, the sky, me the fair woman 

My hunger and of you my end for you and I do not blaspheme 

My last glance I want whether he is for you 

I wait for you I want you I belong to you 

It is you the fire it is you my blue ocean 

I dive into the black of your eyes 

I perpetual the nacelle in the brave flames 

My last glance I want whether he is for you 

I wait for you I want you I belong to you 

To cross the time on its drive crazy veil 

I put down our bodies on cosy one cloud 

I become, I am, I shall be, your ideal 

My last glance I want whether he is for you 

I wait for you I want you I belong to you 

To make of you king Nemrod? Yes I have this boldness 

I shall cross the tower of Babel I am not afraid of aleas 

On the courses of time, I build a miracle 

My last glance I want whether he is for you 

I wait for you I want you I belong to you 

I make your Soul hatch in the settled time 

Our bodies accuse our rhythmical bustles 

Hours on the petals of well strewed flowers 

My last glance I want whether he is for you 

I wait for you I want you I belong to you

Elisabeth Vaury