Coco and Marcel
He called her Cocobecause she made him laugh,
she called him Marcel
because he was always pale
with dark dancing eyes
and he stopped at stalls
to buy her the cheap
wilted flowers,
that she'd try to revive
later – in a basin
where he shaved.
He sang for her,
sliced pieces of his heart
and when they drew apart
he'd blow circles
and wish that
she would stay.
She bought him colour,
patches of quilt
to keep him warm,
bloomed in his arms
and tucked a flower
in the brim of her hat.
He called her Coco
because she made him laugh
she called him Marcel
because he was always pale
with dark, dancing eyes,
He walks in the rain
because it's summer again
watches girls
who wear hats
and stop at the stalls
buying nick nacks and tat,
the occasional flower.
Coco is older
he knows in his heart
but for him
she'll be laughing,
a flower in the brim
while he watches
her glittering
with his dark, dancing eyes.
Poetry by Elle
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Written on 2009-05-29 at 09:13
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