First rain on your temples
At the station waiting for me
You found a hotel for our poorly written story
With a Georgian house
Wet window sills and bathtubs
Naked telephones and magazines and soap.
First anger in your temples by the bed
Still waiting for me to finish
Our badly ending story
With twists and slips and cigarettes and slits
Writing to fuck and fucking just to talk:
I missed that sigh
That signed your beds.
Black underwear.
Degas.
And
Rest.
First Rain on Your Templеs
© Copyright: Егор Лановенко, 2012
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