Suzanne Gardinier

I'm used to the emperor's bitterness I can't find the sweet place unless you make me This face that is not my face I may look made but when you touch me you make me Make the oak say blossom The stripped say swell The avenue pavement say river Make me This shirt I can't take off The one the nights without you gathered to make me The new day The sweet place Tomorrow whispering from tonight's last light Make me Kissing you without authorization If you want me to stop you'll have to make me The ruined city Or is it a woman interrupting your sleep to say Now To say Make me

Wasn't that your cheek against mine last night Gin Streetlight When somebody loves you Impossible When you reach the broken paddock fence the sign will say Impossible The color God painted my eyes A cross between storm and ewerstream Impossible All your wrong lovers without certificates Stamped across their foreheads Impossible Dear Torch Received your kind invitation Regret conflagration impossible You must mean a phantom Your hand at her waist Your ache at her absence Not mine Impossible A holy place in the emperor's city A peach in a stone Impossible You the mask of a ram I the mask of a bull Horn chips Mischling Torn doors Impossible Dance without footprints Dance with no name in a room with no lovers not touching Impossible Your eyes One protecting your sleeping son's dreaming One torchlit and trying to close Impossible Dear Lion Here's a gazelle Hold her in your teeth but no biting Yours Impossible