Stains; Satin; Saints;

Eyes lined, cheeks flushed; satin skin. Artificial light.
Shy and sad, magic smile, magic butterflies.
Ink stains, you're my saint. We look good together,
dandy even less. Maybe not.
Honey, its too late; your water colour stains my white veil.
Video cameras and ice-cream dripping;
In air-conditioned malls. Honey. Only I slurped.
You didn't like me, and that was very clear.

© Natasha Lim