Have you ever seen ‘La Vie en Rose?’
The little sparrow runs from room to room
weeping for the dead love of her life.
Every cloud has a silver lining
and who cares about cancer when there’s music to consider?
Someone’s noisily nibbling nachos and scrunching sweet wrappers nearby.
No movies for us in a Cadillac at the big chill;
instead we watched the world slip past as we sat still.
The lake in the valley, sun drenched skin,
we lay, bellies to earth on soft grass.
A whisker as white as snow pushes through your chin demanding to be known,
I am in love with this hair.
I felt you might die too and I’d run from room to room
calling your name and you would not come.
The price of popcorn increases.
Jun 12, 2010
Jun 12, 2010 at 4:04 PM UTC
Have you ever seen ‘La Vie en Rose?’
The little sparrow runs from room to room
weeping for the dead love of her life.
Every cloud has a silver lining
and who cares about cancer when there’s music to consider?
Someone’s noisily nibbling nachos and scrunching sweet wrappers nearby.
No movies for us in a Cadillac at the big chill;
instead we watched the world slip past as we sat still.
The lake in the valley, sun drenched skin,
we lay, bellies to earth on soft grass.
A whisker as white as snow pushes through your chin demanding to be known,
I am in love with this hair.
I felt you might die too and I’d run from room to room
calling your name and you would not come.
The price of popcorn increases.