Saturday, March 8, 2008

le premier fois

One:
little girl
fooled by the pretty lovebird
by all its bright feathers
and melodious voice
but she did not see its sharpened nails
nor the fleeting habit
that made her heart sad
each time she watched it fly

one or two
kisses from you
kisses to her
c'est le premier fois
i have the cage
the golden metal bars are cold
and the handle is breaking
but sing us a whimsical lullaby
and all of it will simply float away

two:
how long she waited in days
for the lovebird to fly home
and return again
and when she heard its song
the one memorized because of its familiarity
her heart jumped
and her eyes watered
with her arms outstretched, she waited
to welcome home the tired one
to gaze upon its bright feathers
to hear the familiar song
and she smiled
mais non, this routine was new

c'est le premier fois
c'est le premier fois

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