Crépusculaire written by Sergio A. Ortiz at Spillwords.com

Crépusculaire

Crépusculaire

written by: Sergio A. Ortiz

@Saore

 

Get out of my dreams, get into my car
the man had the nerve to drop
that line on me. The worst part was,
my universe crammed and I vibrated.
God, he looks so much like the cities I love,
and the cities I lost.

I saw him in Paris
petting my cat, in Madrid
opening a bottle of Dom Perignon
in the Jacuzzi on New Year’s Day,
in the songs of cicadas
that escaped summer by hiding
in the trees of Perth.

And here I am, with no sun in sight,
in the midst of what by force,
out of love, and by custom,
I choose as mine, while I wait
to see if he asks me again.
Amour, pourquoi ne pas monter
dans ma voiture?

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