When love is sleeping in the next room

and you’re bright clean in the bathroom

holding candles facing corners

where the life you’ll never live again lives

because the moment of introduction

was the most beautiful cataclysmic

thousand year ice-age erasing meteor

volcanic eruption and fire raw

ripped holes in the atmosphere

rumours and old wives tales

of a life before my love


quiet moments making noises

whispering of marriage

whatever past has happened

I’ll let it die in Paris


Words : Lucas Jones

Photo : Mees Peijnenburg