Because I am thinking of Paris in the Winter…

Why the Terrorists Will Always Lose

He got in the car
And drove to the store for smokes.
It sounded manly.

She took off her bra
And placed it on the big bed.
So beautiful, yes?

When he walked inside,
The clink of his lighter rang
Through her tender spine.

It’s the elegance
Of these patterns that keeps them
On the yellow line

Of Bliss Road, heading
To their own private cafe,
Where spoons dip and stir.

Copyright © 2015 by Sam Pereira


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