Gwynn Davies - Rose Gold

I like the speed of your thinking. Why don’t you come and see me on Tuesday. Maybe we can talk it out. She looked cute smoking Navy Cut tobacco from a pipe as long as her forearm she stole from her old man. She likes Rose Gold. Has a cherry nose when she’s outside drinking in the middle of winter. She likes Rose Gold. And, you’ll never notice when she’s outside drinking that her hearts a metronome. Met her on a train heading south to a party in London. She started smoking in the cabin and later in my rented room. Woke up in the hotel drinking percolator coffee. The note on the nightstand read, “I’m glad we’re both exquisitely empty“. Here am I staring done a barrel of my own ambivalence wondering whether to stay to go. Every second that passes is a second we have less. Tore the other dates out of the calendar. She likes Rose Gold. Has a cherry nose when she’s outside drinking in the middle of winter. She likes Rose Gold. And, you’ll never notice when she