I just want something, a friend

A love that never ends

A love that does not depend

On my curves and on my bends

I want to be French

Lying here in my DMs

All black clothes and cigarettes

Raincoat beneath my head

Blowing smoke at the sky

At clouds like stretch mark lines

When I close my eyes

My rectangle of sight

Switches

From expanse of blue

To the orange of my eyelids

Pierced with an ultramarine echo of the sun