The heaven of love - Lucas Jammal

Oh, our sweet crime…

If our house were

The heaven of love,

The eternity itself,

The office of art…

We would make some

Music, love, poetry… 

When I can see you writing, 

It’s a vitamin for me. 

It feeds me with immunity

Agains black and white reality. 

I could write you a song but 

don’t get me wrong,

Yes I love some people around me,

But who else would be able to

Inspire me the way you do? 

Who else would give that taste of

Being free…

It’s just that my heart can’t handle,

Three months to end the year,

I am almost thirty years old… 

I wasn’t even searching for 

The heaven of love anymore,

But just a silly little piece of gold…

Till that our own special way to adore 

IS SOLD OUT. 

 Contentment - Lucas Jammal 

I hate when you say 

That I am willing to have sex, 

I mean, what comes next? 

Contentments? " Anyway"’s? 

I rather the term " fuck " or " making love ",

But the best term is " eating ". 

First I pray and adore,

Then I start with the feasting. 

There are no more excuses not to do, 

Cause each second not eating you

Is an eternity of fasting. 

Tonight, I will make a baby,

Life born tired of " maybe ",

In the abysm of love, 

I will store

Our forecasting.