Claire de lune is playing from another room
trying hard to fight the sentimental
limp wrists
A sea,
c , for a body
I had a dream I was overlooking a snowy
scene, of a coastal village
it is the beginning of summer,
lovin,
not that I have
but always wanted one
listening to clair de lune,
play from another room
as I sit on a leather couch
that is not broken in
