She
came to see me
wearing
the gaudy lipstick
she
had never had them before
wanting
to make me see her
Sitting
beside the placid lake
she
asked what girls I like
I
said the one who likes me
she
bit her lips and sat still
I
talked of work, of bosses
of
things I don’t understand
of
things I don’t know, nor care for
she
said our thoughts don’t match
Riding
pillion on my bike
she
made me go around
pretending
to pick a restaurant
assessing
how far will I bear
She
danced showing me her moves
with
eyes closed I held her hand
she
said is it as fast you can drive
I
accelerated letting the habits go
Hugging
me cautiously she ran in
driving
back I still had a bit of wind
I
liked her but didn’t want to say
I
had fallen in love of someone far away (Paris)
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