milk coffee
The milk coffee skies of Paris in May,
make the Seine river look insanely gray.
At sunrise it’s quiet -
the traffic’s mostly bikes
our digs are luxurious and private
my school stress is waning - it’s nice
I want to get up sigh
I don’t want to get up,
We’ll vote on it later -
I think it’s a tossup.
What will today bring?
More thunderstorms and kisses?
*grin* I hope so.
I pull the covers up.
Peter stretches and asks,
“what are you doing?”
I chuckle, and say,
“Come and find me,”
when he does,
Paris is fun in May
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songs for this:
How Deep is your love - Live at the MGM Grand by Bee Gees
Houdini by Dua Lipa
Disco Boots by Gavin Turik
Not My Fault by Reneé Rapp & Megan Thee Stallion
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