Lost dans le sud,
In a city if sand and chateaux.
The ambience est chaud,
Les oiseaux chantent aux cafés
de place de Lenche.
The chorus of passers-by,
animating the narrow streets.
Marseille
Love
An Indelicate Amour
Thoughts of you lie
the wrong side
of our violent rupture.
An image muddied,
once clear.
I saw hurt,
old sorrows whipping
a spite filled tongue.
Lashing, at those a threat
to your whims and wants.
J.C. FitzDerick 