Rien Que Pour Toi

by Gabriela Marie Milton

poetic prose included in my #1 Amazon bestselling collection Woman: Splendor and Sorrow: Love Poems and Poetic Prose

Rien Que Pour Toi

Between the bed and the window, in that space that smells roses and rien que pour toi, the morning lets her hair down.  She is so close that I can reach her skin with the tip of my fingers. 

I know his book and the fame it brought him. The book in which he made me – the me that he imagined – the main character.

He was fascinated by the purple of my makeup and the yellows of my cobra, who used to erect the upper portion of her body to greet him every time he visited. 

I do not know what demons he tried to exorcise. In the heat of those summer afternoons, he used to sip his sangria and attempt to find almost religious justifications for what he called my ecstatic existence; an existencepopulated with the richness and succulence of the Mediterranean literature and void of bullet points.

His acute shyness and his need to overcome the incapacity to love beyond nightly adventures used to ring in my ears like some unhinged marimba lamenting the loss of a pipe.

The dress that I wear in page twenty-seven. That dress and the heart-shaped red stone pierced with a hole for the suspension I used to wrap around my neck.  I found that stone in a churchyard. I was too young. Perhaps an older version of me would have made him a better writer. Do not laugh. You are too handsome when you laugh.

In the end, he managed to do something special. He invented the name of a perfume and made me wear it on every page of his book: rien que pour toi. I hid his book somewhere in the library. Yet, every morning, in the space between the bed and the window, it still smells rien que pour toi.


Gabriela Marie Milton#1 Amazon Best-Selling Poet 2019 Author of the Year at Spillwords PressMasticadoresUSA Editor 
Author of Passions: Love Poems and Other WritingsAuthor of Woman: Splendor and Sorrow 

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  1. Terveen Gill dice:

    Very beautiful. The bond between a writer and his character can be so personal. This piece was seductive and passionate. I can smell the fragrance. 🙂

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    1. Yo también he olido es fragancia ☺️☺️

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  2. jonicaggiano dice:

    There is so much beauty in this poem that it is hard to pick even my favorite symbolism. The way you meld yourself as a character in a book written by an enchanting yet mysterious lover is so visceral on so many levels. Just amazing imagery, extremely thought provoking and the ending is nothing short of brilliance. ❤️

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  3. Vraiment superbe, Gabriela. 🌹💗🌹

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  4. I love this poem written with such romance and beauty and your reference to page numbers and smell the perfume wafting through the pages in my room. Lovely!💖

    «The dress that I wear in page twenty-seven. That dress and the heart-shaped red stone pierced with a hole for the suspension I used to wrap around my neck»

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  5. « comme une lettre que je laisse
    un cri d’amour un S.O.S
    montre un signe de faiblesse
    Une preuve d’amour et de tendresse
    et j’irai où tu iras où tu voudras
    rien que pour toi

    tu danses, tu tournes autour de moi
    si intense et fragile à la fois
    tout commence et tout se finira
    je suis l’appât tu es la proie »

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  6. So gorgeous, Gabriela is a master and I love her poetry.

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