White.

A string of pearls
snapping inside me
flooding my senses
with your pretty, pretty white
Me;
A bride
Smiling on those tiles
remembering those pearls
spinning in the air
with fervour

Everything was soft
and liquid then
The evening of pale white moon
and you;
my wan faced lover
No point in ever
wanting those pearls on my body again;
your kiss on my body.