almost encounter, by Laura Tavasse

black feathers John Coltrane softness that wink
the hair anthracite lilacs roses daisies
consider me lost I’m
cherries aren’t a deeper red
the audacity of
the smile breathtaking the smile enormous
I bet the weather is jealous of her
consider me a lost
the cheeks kind the hair anthracite
anthracite lilacs cherry blossoms
lost cause
I mean have you seen her wings


About Laura Tavasse

Laura Tavasse was born in Vienna and is stubbornly holding on to the idea of writing a book one day. Meanwhile, she spends her days studying something completely different, frowning at people on the evening train and petting the neighbour’s cat.
Twitter: @venetiana_