We did the Eiffel Tower,
the galleries, the Cathedral;
drank and ate at the bars
or restaurants, saw and
listened to recitals of Ravel
or Chopin, made love in
that cheap Parisian hotel
in the uncomfortable bed,
read our books, argued
our philosophies cheek
and jowl, she her Kierkegaard
and me my Schopenhauer
until the cool early hours.
The quiet moments, books
set aside, arguments paused,
she lying there seductively,
murmuring me on, the small
radio pushing out some French
dame singing, and I **********
perusing her beauty lying there,
her soft fruits, fresh and fine
and waiting for me there.
Mar 17, 2018
Mar 17, 2018 at 1:55 PM UTC
We did the Eiffel Tower,
the galleries, the Cathedral;
drank and ate at the bars
or restaurants, saw and
listened to recitals of Ravel
or Chopin, made love in
that cheap Parisian hotel
in the uncomfortable bed,
read our books, argued
our philosophies cheek
and jowl, she her Kierkegaard
and me my Schopenhauer
until the cool early hours.
The quiet moments, books
set aside, arguments paused,
she lying there seductively,
murmuring me on, the small
radio pushing out some French
dame singing, and I **********
perusing her beauty lying there,
her soft fruits, fresh and fine
and waiting for me there.
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