Tuesday, 22 April 2014

sauvage love

the days were warm
the flowers
bold

my heart was
warm
the night was
cold

i fell in
 love
in two years time

you sailed off
on sauvignon
wine

quel dommage!
nature
sauvage

no blow job would
your heart
assuage

i followed you
my course was true
to catch a sailboat
by canoe

the wind picked up
good for you
no more love

the distance
grew by cork
screw