Last whiff of dope

desperate love

Running down the dark road without hesitation,

The street to her flat a hostile and dirty slope,

Wavering what to tell her as soon as I ring the bell,

Green lights, red lights, the horn of a car,

Throwing me to the wheels such a sweet temptation,

Seeing her on the balcony … a last whiff of dope!

Eyes red, hands sweaty, my breath scorching like hell …

Finally I ring… my heart full of desire… but wait,

that fender, that dice… “that’s her husband’s car!!””