|(Krátký projekt inspirovaný touto básní)|
woke up with a head on the pillow beside me
what did it matter?
Good looking, of course, dark hair, rather matted
the reddish beard several shades lighter
with very deep lines around the eyes
from pain, Id guess, maybe laughter
and a beautiful crimson mouth that obviously knew
how to flatter...
which I kissed...
Colder than pewter.
Strange. What was his name? Peter?