In the convertible on Capri
open shirt fluttering in the peppery wind
orange juice refreshingly bitter
passing by flower meadows
to the white musk beach.
So this is how it continues with the waiter. I’ll take the bike and ride after him. Maybe there’s a sea of lilac lavender on the way. Everything will turn out fine.
I was just about to say "I'm climbing onto the roof" now that the car is full, until I remembered the thing with the convertible 😂 Well, I'm slim, so I can squeeze in a bit.
Everywhere. Fruity cool and fruity plump. 😃