LÉONIE - Hors d'oeuvre

L'épave

Je vois mon sourire qui s'épave
À frémir aux bourrasques du large
Le vent violent m'évoque une cage
Épousant le plus beau des mirages

Moi, j'attends que l'on monte l'octave
Les aigus font plus grand carnage
Qu'on me vole mon récent mariage
Où s'unit le banal à l'orage

Un stress plein d'ivresse
L'esprit gauche qu'on m'impose
Une fresque de maladresse
Comme le fauve rugit de prose

Une caresse de tristesse
Qui s'enrôle à mon épaule
Des promesses vite faites
À l'eau de rose

Ne serait-ce que le fruit du chantage
Cet écho mineur qui m'enrage?

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Writer(s): Léonie Fleury Paré
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