sans titre4

A French chanson,
to drown the misery.

Wine in glass,
spaarkling pupils.

Diced tumeric,
a slice of garlic.

Sharp lemons,
and apple fritter.

Strong parfum,
strips of roses.

Satin sheets,
rumpled clothings.

Terracotta skin,
roots of stretchmarks.

Silver moans,
and bodies entwine.

g.o.

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