Deuxième partie

Do you dream my poet like friend 

I do every night 

What do you dream about 

I have but one dream

Tell me more

It is about the beautiful Mirelle

Who shares my tiny room

I am in my bed

Yet Mirelle disturbs my sleep

She is standing in front of me

Wearing her lemon shift

The delicious light

Enables me to see her pubic hair

Which is deep and delicious

Seeing my pleasure

She asks if I would

Like to see her totally unclothed

I say that I would like nothing better

And then my thin candle is extinguished

By a sudden draught from the street above

And I am left staring into the blanket darkness

I am intrigued by your wonderful dream

Did you discover her valleys of delights

Sadly it was just a gossamer dream

The candle had never illuminated my room

And I was still alone in my festering bunk