literature – Blue Bardot

Haux | Heartbeat

I wanted to be a mountain.

eyes that gaze in directions we can’t think of

end of autumn, or a plume of smoke from a train in the middle distance.

On occasion it seemed good enough to be happy or scared with the rest

two people dancing separate from one another.

Wear red lipstick and always leave it behind

lostness is always there on the lip of everything

no dreams wait softly for me

Have you hypnotized me to see what I cannot believe?

There, she can blaze, and glow, and be consumed.