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