Poems from Colette Cabrel
There's excitement and adrenaline when I'm with you,
Sleeping next to you with my eyes sweeping past your cheeks,
The dull embrace of...
Art is inevitable and always up in your face,
Paint smacks a canvas and splatters in directions.
Rhythm is precision and requires optimum...
Dear.
The time left on Earth is relative now.
Every second by your side reflects a drop of water,
— and every humid touch is a violation...