You can picture yours
And pick a colour too:
Maybe it’s black
Maybe it started with 50 shades of grey, coke and Jack.
Étiquette : english
Extrait 8: petits poèmes pour grands amants
Her mind was the storm
Outside,
that we would watch through the kitchen window
Her smell, steamed bergamot
would lick the walls as
the room sprouted the colour of Autumn.