Sorrow of the Moon

  Sorrow of the moon©Laurent Monserrat, Paris, 2018. Sadness of the Moon Tonight the moon dreams with more indolence, Like a lovely woman on a bed of cushions Who fondles with a light and listless hand The contour of her breasts before falling asleep; On the satiny back of the billowing clouds, Languishing, she lets…

Rolling hoop

Rolling hoop, ©Laurent Monserrat, Paris, 2017.

Naked back

Naked back, ©Laurent Monserrat, Paris, 2017.

In the shadow of Dante

  ONE and the selfsame tongue first wounded me, So that it tinged the one cheek and the other, And then held out to me the medicine; Thus do I hear that once Achilles’ spear, His and his father’s, used to be the cause First of a sad and then a gracious boon. We turned…

Come, gentle cat, pass through the bars

The Cat My beautiful cat, come onto my heart full of love; Hold back the claws of your paw, And let me plunge into your adorable eyes Mixed with metal and agate. When my fingers lazily fondle Your head and your elastic back, And my hand gets drunk with the pleasure Of feeling your electric…