Je Voudrais être Un Fauteuil

I would like to be a chair
In a ladies' hair salon
So that the beautiful souls' buttocks
Crush against my pride

I would like to be a perfume
Just to make myself feel
And faint on your body
Like a drop between two breasts

I would like to be a comb
And caress your locks
To be in a cool hand
Whose moisture bathes me

I would like to be a chair
In a ladies' hair salon
So that the beautiful souls' buttocks
Crush against my pride

I would like to be a belt
And tighten your waist
To not miss any detail
Of the strange curve

I would like to be the dust
From your nails under the file
And receive that intimate breath
That scatters and loses me

I would like to be a chair
In a ladies' hair salon
So that the beautiful souls' buttocks
Crush against my pride

I would like to be a shirt
And have as the only design
To veil your black grapes
Without having a hold on you

I transform and I abound
To not miss you
But to uncover your secrets
I would need to be a world