Lemay Lynda
Lynda Lemay
La Louve
I have some of your skin under my nails
And some of your hair on my nylons
A little more of your saliva
On the lips and the chin
I have your caresses drawn
Like an autumn on my back
And on my temples, I have your absence
Which fell like a hammer
I have your skin under my nails
And your clothes on the ground
Again a little of your perfume
Mixed with sweat and then alcohol
I have your promises that come back to me
Like remorse, like an echo
Like a you old catchphrase
In memory on the radio
I have your quirks in the gestures
And your gestures in the hands
Your prints on the buttocks
br/>And your absence in my kidneys
I have your skin under my nails
And my tears on my fingers
Of your still long cigarettes
What I'll finish smoking for you
I have desires that I repress
To pick up the receiver
To let you know what's wrong
Deep inside my throat that got stuck
I have some of your skin under my nails
Which are still clinging
I had the deep conviction
That your whole body was going to give in
And then here I am
Claws out and heart gaping
Defeated and dirty like a wolf
Who fought for her child... and who lost
And who lost

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