He Told Me About Paris





he told me about Paris

after making love…

how he once sat in the Café de Flore

as a boy… awaiting his mother

who danced for a living…



he told me  about Paris

over morning coffee, and no mention of the night before

he talked with love for a city I’ll never know….

strolling along the river Seine

in sunsets of orange and tangerine…



he told me about the The Musée du Louvre

as he made Coriander omelettes

… squeezing  fresh lemon in glasses of ice water…



la Ville Lumière… he murmured as he gazed deep into my eyes

City of Light and Love…

I’ll take you there… if you dare to come

he promised as he  lay a soft tender kiss on each toe…



he told me about Paris… and the Notre-Dame Cathedral

and Café de la Paix, where the streets were Prolific

with  revellers and the after-opera crowd…





I’ll take you to The Arc de Triomphe du Carrousel

he whispered as he placed a Bracelet on my wrist

and we can hold hands as we stroll around the monument…

I’ll take you to Paris, in the Autumn, he promised

our feet will crunch the golden leaves of the Jardin des Tuileries….



… so young I was… such a dreamer… floating on visions that he wove with love-

- he told me about Paris, his voice husky with longing

and I too young to realise… he was dreaming too….
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