\u00c0 la p\u00e9nombre de ma fen\u00eatre
Je vois le monde s’\u00e9veiller
Sur le drap fin et satin\u00e9
Dansent les rais du soleil \u00e0 na\u00eetre<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u00c0 ma m\u00e9moire vient un printemps
Le souvenir d’une heure pass\u00e9e
Cette couche aux tissus froiss\u00e9s
Par deux corps s’enla\u00e7ant<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Cette m\u00eame lumi\u00e8re ce matin l\u00e0
Glissant sur ton \u00e2me assoupie
Qu’\u00e9taient tes r\u00eaves, belle endormie?
Une simple suite \u00e0 nos \u00e9bats?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Je mirais, moi, les \u00e9tincelles
Que le jour venait placer
Sur ta peau, d\u2019\u00e9toiles constell\u00e9e
Aux senteurs d’\u00e9pices et de miel<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Tendrement, pour ne pas troubler
Ton sommeil, si l\u00e9ger, si pur
Je m\u00ealais en ta chevelure
Mes doigts blancs \u00e0 sa teinte cuivr\u00e9e<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Je savourais encore le go\u00fbt
De tes l\u00e8vres, fra\u00eeches et charmantes
Au teint des roses si enivrantes
\u00c0 peine \u00e9closes, parfum si doux<\/p>\n\n\n\n
De mes yeux je te d\u00e9vorais
Aimant chaque courbe un peu plus
Et lorsqu’enfin le jour par\u00fbt
Dans un fr\u00f4lement je t’embrassais<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Il est si loin ce matin l\u00e0
En mon esprit toujours vivant
Je m’y blottirai en mourant
Laissant derri\u00e8re chair et lit froid.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
\u00c0 la p\u00e9nombre de ma fen\u00eatreJe vois le monde s’\u00e9veillerSur le drap fin et satin\u00e9Dansent les rais du soleil \u00e0 na\u00eetre \u00c0 ma m\u00e9moire vient un printempsLe souvenir d’une heure pass\u00e9eCette couche aux tissus froiss\u00e9sPar deux corps s’enla\u00e7ant Cette m\u00eame lumi\u00e8re ce matin l\u00e0Glissant sur ton \u00e2me assoupieQu’\u00e9taient tes r\u00eaves, belle endormie?Une simple suite \u00e0 […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":true,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":false,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":false,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","enabled":false},"version":2}},"categories":[2],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-625","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-eclats-dame"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_likes_enabled":true,"post_mailing_queue_ids":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/damianeicker.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/625","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/damianeicker.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/damianeicker.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/damianeicker.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/damianeicker.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=625"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/damianeicker.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/625\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":626,"href":"https:\/\/damianeicker.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/625\/revisions\/626"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/damianeicker.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=625"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/damianeicker.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=625"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/damianeicker.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=625"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}