You, in your blazered elegance, mingling so effortlessly into the bustling Milanese afternoon
Me, in jeans and rolled-up sleeves, breathing that olden smoke on some lonely Chiltern railway bridge
You, picking up your glass of wine off a marble-topped table in some vibrant neon-daubed cafe
Me, savouring that first taste on a salt-dripping jutout at the darkening Scottish water’s edge
You, with your silken thighs softly brushing against the creamy leather of a nocturnal bella macchina
Me, thumpin’ the tweed-clad back of the ancient mariner after a roaring night of singing shanties
Tallennettu aiheeseen:in English, itsekritiikittä
