A sole rose rested amidst the green leaves of a bush
and I plucked it
—the yellow petals enticed me,
pulled me close—
and,
as I breathed in its scent,
I remembered you.
The embrace of Sunday mornings
and the coffee-tainted breath
golden eyes under golden hair
yellow sheets around pale shoulders
Gentle yellow
The yellow of the rose
The rain falling in Istanbul
your leather jacket
your cigarettes
a London boy amidst ancient airs
a yellow sun devoured by clouds
Shining yellow
The yellow of the rose
A midnight dream of children
and a burning cigarette
golden eyes alight with fire
We dove into the water
and we sank
yellow fire in the sky
Fearsome yellow
The yellow of the rose
The sole rose shuddered in the attack of the wind
its thorns pricked me
I wove it into my hair
and sighed
and,
as I walked out to the street,
I forgot you.
