Asphalte

Stilettos like a girl
Lost on the asphalt
Frail, light as ephemeral
I brush against the asphalt

Whatever happens, I am the lively one
At the edge of the asphalt
With a vague smile, I am the wave
Let the asphalt flow
And I swing my innocence
Along the asphalt

I move forward and dream, treading without respite
The bitumen and the asphalt
In my neurosis, I see roses
Opened on the asphalt

So, I lean over periwinkles
Emerged from the asphalt
And then the dream suddenly ends
Smell of asphalt

Stilettos like a girl
Lost on the asphalt
Frail, light as ephemeral
I brush against the asphalt

Trail of powder, of laughter that wells up
On the asphalt
Am in delight when it slides over me
Asphalt looks
So many fantasies and so many orgasms
Spring from the asphalt
So much distress in these intoxications
Coming from the asphalt