Peachy cheeks and petal lip kisses
Mulberry stains on shirts and dresses
Sprinkled bits of rain from the heavens
Auction of hearts fluttering feathers
Bidders make call in a jungle of chance
A Parisian dream lost in modern France
Angels plummet from slippery skies
And die on empty stages of cabaret shows
Bleeding trails of a full-bodied Bordeaux
She runs into the night with nowhere to go
Holding tight her cross in a sinking boat
Hoping to cross the width of this moat
The tears blend with those from clouds
She lent a love never again to be found
Walking misty cobbled stone paths
Her heels break in the twists of cracks
Returning home in puddles she’ll splash
Body discovered later, alone in her bath