He called me frivole!
Cold in the wind of winter
I saw the word as a binder,
Hot, bitter, sour in a mug
He called me addicted!
Flinging and clinging with desperation
The word brought into mind frustration,
Illusion, delusion, necessity are sweet
He called me désolée!
A fading color leaf in autumn
I took the word as utterly forgotten,
In flight and dance of rouge created