Que me veux-tu donc, femme trois fois fille ?\u2026
\nMoi qui te croyais un si bon enfant !
\n\u2014 De l\u2019amour ?\u2026 \u2013 Allons : cherche, apporte, pille !
\nM\u2019aimer aussi, toi !\u2026 moi qui t\u2019aimais tant.<\/p>\n
Oh ! je t\u2019aimais comme\u2026 un l\u00e9zard qui p\u00e8le
\nAime le rayon qui cuit son sommeil\u2026
\nL\u2019Amour entre nous vient battre de l\u2019aile :
\n\u2014 Eh ! qu\u2019il s\u2019\u00f4te de devant mon soleil !<\/p>\n
Mon amour, \u00e0 moi, n\u2019aime pas qu\u2019on l\u2019aime ;
\nMendiant, il a peur d\u2019\u00eatre \u00e9cout\u00e9\u2026
\nC\u2019est un lazzarone enfin, un boh\u00e8me,
\nD\u00e9jeunant de je\u00fbne et de libert\u00e9.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Curiosit\u00e9, bibelot, bricole ?\u2026
\nC\u2019est possible : il est rare \u2014 et c\u2019est son bien \u2014
\nMais un bibelot cass\u00e9 se recolle ;
\nEt lui, d\u00e9coll\u00e9, ne vaudra plus rien !\u2026<\/p>\n
Va, n\u2019enfon\u00e7ons pas la porte entr\u2019ouverte
\nSur un paradis d\u00e9j\u00e0 trop rendu !
\nEt gardons \u00e0 la pomme, jadis verte,
\nSa peau, sous son fard de fruit d\u00e9fendu.<\/p>\n
Que nous sommes-nous donc fait l\u2019un \u00e0 l\u2019autre ? \u2026
\n\u2014 Rien\u2026 \u2014 Peut-\u00eatre alors que c\u2019est pour cela ;
\n\u2014 Quel a commenc\u00e9 ? \u2014 Pas moi, bon ap\u00f4tre !
\nApr\u00e8s, quel dira : c\u2019est donc tout \u2014 voil\u00e0 !<\/p>\n
\u2014 Tous les deux, sans doute\u2026 \u2014 Et toi, sois bien s\u00fbre
\nQue c\u2019est encor moi le plus attrap\u00e9 :
\nCar si, par erreur, ou par aventure,
\nTu ne me trompais\u2026 je serais tromp\u00e9 !<\/p>\n
Appelons cela : l\u2019amiti\u00e9 calm\u00e9e ;
\nPuisque l\u2019amour veut mettre son hol\u00e0.
\nN\u2019y croyons pas trop, ch\u00e8re mal-aim\u00e9e\u2026
\n\u2014 C\u2019est toujours trop vrai ces mensonges-l\u00e0 ! \u2014<\/p>\n
Nous pourrons, au moins, ne pas nous maudire
\n\u2014 Si \u00e7a t\u2019est \u00e9gal \u2014 le quart-d\u2019heure apr\u00e8s.
\nSi nous en mourons \u2014 ce sera de rire\u2026
\nMoi qui l\u2019aimais tant ton rire si frais !<\/p>\n","protected":false},"parent":0,"template":"","meta":{"inline_featured_image":false,"site-sidebar-layout":"default","site-content-layout":"","ast-site-content-layout":"default","site-content-style":"default","site-sidebar-style":"default","ast-global-header-display":"","ast-banner-title-visibility":"","ast-main-header-display":"","ast-hfb-above-header-display":"","ast-hfb-below-header-display":"","ast-hfb-mobile-header-display":"","site-post-title":"","ast-breadcrumbs-content":"","ast-featured-img":"","footer-sml-layout":"","ast-disable-related-posts":"","theme-transparent-header-meta":"default","adv-header-id-meta":"","stick-header-meta":"default","header-above-stick-meta":"","header-main-stick-meta":"","header-below-stick-meta":"","astra-migrate-meta-layouts":"set","ast-page-background-enabled":"default","ast-page-background-meta":{"desktop":{"background-color":"var(--ast-global-color-4)","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"tablet":{"background-color":"","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"mobile":{"background-color":"","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""}},"ast-content-background-meta":{"desktop":{"background-color":"var(--ast-global-color-5)","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"tablet":{"background-color":"var(--ast-global-color-5)","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"mobile":{"background-color":"var(--ast-global-color-5)","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""}}},"annee":[199],"poems-book":[894],"poemes-theme":[],"poete":[792],"class_list":["post-16789","poemes","type-poemes","status-publish","hentry","annee-199","poems-book-les-amours-jaunes","poete-tristan-corbiere"],"yoast_head":"\n