Le Feu

Appelez mon nom.
Have no mercy with your tenderness,
I want to be weak.

Appelez mon nom.
Mon coeur est sur le feu.
Let me succumb to the flame
that you may possess me.
Let me swoon from the heat
and beg you for drink.

Leave your eyes upon me,
letting desire weaken all temperance
and I will surrender
my secrets to your pleasure.
How else can we survive
but to be a willful casualty
to each our fated passion ~

Tentation . . .
Mon coeur est sur le feu.

I could let your arms enwrap me
and hold me prisoner to your loneliness.
I could have you kiss these lips . . . once
and once again . . . Forever, as you whisper
the poetry of madness into my ear.

I could walk into your dream,
my head pillowed on your chest
and listen to a frightened heartbeat.
Slip my fingers into yours,
and press our palms to destiny.

And
I could turn away . . . .

~ Call my name.

Call my name.
Let my own softness destroy my sensibilities.

Pleurez. . . Appelez mon nom.
Weep as I walk away,
giving me every reason to
look back over my shoulder.

jeanne rené 10/04