Revitalize

She makes up his blue sheets very early
At the break of dawn,
She is close to the window,
And opens it to the new day.
Naked, he sings,
While caressing his manhood,
Amazingly, a divorce, a masturbation,
And an ambiguity
Between the false and the real thing.
She is born to live disinterested
And not tied to one such as him,
But at the same time,
without admitting defeat
She wants to hold it without blushing,
To look at it without modesty,
To touch it without haste,
She wants to caress it slowly …
Long, stroking, and without hurry,
To answer without customs or wisdom,
With the charming infamy of the first time;
So she travels to the sea
To be conquered once again and to love it.