Dating Hepburn

I remember your chignon and your bones
But I didn’t know you then –
Your neck cascading like the Eiffel Tower
and your hair singing La Vie en Rose.
They say Paris is for lovers
but for me it’s for accidents.

I remember passing you by during Fiction class
and you walked outside the University
asking me to read you,
write you the one about diamonds and
black dresses
about cats in the rain
and how this is a metaphor for our souls:

Afraid.
Chicken.
Lost.

Two lost people make one found right?

10th of June, 2014. 10:21AM (DXB)
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