Your Eyes Are Like Solar Sparking Bubbles
Your pupil like a fruity half moon
Your eyelashs like Orpheus' lyre
Around the corner
In a shoot-out
The blind reads a paperback dedicated by God under the red rain
Your neck like a pineapple slice in my teeth
Your chin like the bread of Angels
Along the border of the end of the world
You wear white denim jeans
Skinny and tiny
In the front passenger's field of view
Low
Oscillation
Aquatic
Nasc ent
poem by Nicolas Grenier
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