la femme à la peau bleue
if you will step this way, with your lips slipping on curves of my body like a painter which sweeps gentle tints with its brush on canvas, — i'll see rainbows' spiral, i'll hear stars' magic vibe, i'll feel expert to switch, any astrophysics, says (...), a little monster, without false confidence to one who rests in blue, – la femme à la peau bleue
