Cadillac A nocturnal curtain call casts a defining veil over us. In the car, in the back seat, on the road. Frightened lilies by the roadside — Solid lines from the center lane to the discount— In the backseat of a black Cadillac, I'm locked in your fatalistic gaze. We soar through the night, levitating over; The forest — moonlight and twilight from above — Connects and enchants — Our despairing looks and crashed car. Linger I can feel that you’re not holding my hand, you let it rest in yours, apathetic and indifferent - a frivolous moment that is fleeting along with your gaze. You gave me a kiss that lingered on the mouth, soft and wet; it stayed with me like a brown stain on a white blouse — a scent and a feeling that will remain with me till my final days, and then you went away.
Really enjoyed these. Especially Cadillac