Memories will (not) fade away

Rumbling hips on the wall, green paint on the roof, red crazyness round the floor.

Always sliding away, convertions from impenetrable concret into wild selfish egg.

So far so good. So far; so far away. So close.

Tight breasts on the wall. Bleu painting running down the roof.Yellow lines squaring the floor.

Looking for the party, looking for rough, looking for a hug, looking for the edge, looking for quietness, looking for the rainbow, looking for the reason, looking for you.

(to V., not personally, of course)