The right statement
is silence and fusion
of our tounges.

Red lipstick
matching my bikini
curly hair full of salt
falling on my tan lines
that’s how I remember
French Riviera.

Every time
we drink whiskey
things get little risky
and I kissed you last year
hope to kiss you again
in French Riviera.

The truth is
I have never
been there
but that’s how
I imagine
French Riviera

Funky saxophone
giving beat,
Swinging and jazzing
like we’re elite.
When all the jitterbugs
finally meet-
It’s like the roaring twenties
in our heartbeat.

How warm your hugs make me feel
when I’m cold.
How safe I feel
when you close the door of your room,
even if it’s just for a hot minute.
Loving the aftertaste and its softness.

But I stayed with you for too long,
spinning in your never ending circles.
You were cancer for me from the start.
And now it’s burning, there are flames everywhere.
Waiting for the explosion.

Once you find the right words
your mind becomes unstoppable,
you become invincible.

How should I fit in the society, when I can’t even fit in my jeans?

The only thing that hasn’t changed is a drive to my hometown.

It’s cool that you drive fast cars, but babe, pace yourself a little bit, please.

Our characters quite matched, but our novels were written differently.

We all move in our own beat but we all do the robot dance

When the night came
we laid down
in wintry cold sheets

And we were just lying there
in passionate silence
No one knows for how long

All i know is that when                                we have spoken again
sheets weren’t cold anymore

They became pleasantly hot.