were it not for the chartreuse

were it not for the chartreuse

We are not yet in the stretch of summer where the cool dark of a corpse by the side of a pond laden with lily pads feels like the right place to be, but we are always in the days of dresses in colors like cold scoops of ice cream sidled up next to black as night, white as a lamb shifts.

-Leigh

La Rose de Malmaison by Jean-Louis Victor Viger du Vigneau via Pleasure Garden