At Least Afloat

Paris was made for lovers

They say, and I walk solo,

Eyes wide at the night sky,

The despair of every hollow-

Chested towndweller there is,

As I exist, not merely try,

And drink the pirouettes in,

And drink your colours, more,

And hold my gloves in one hand,

And my healing heart in the other.

By Bella 💛