The waitress smiles
a little too much
but we don't care,
our little glass lung
of Bordeaux dips away
above slatish cobbles.
A Gauloises whips ash
from a smouldering hand
into the corner table fragment.
Systems of traffic evaporate.
A massive shadow folds
above the grifters.
The river laps
at knees of bread,
while empty bottles
browse the blackness
for their corks.
Beside cathedrals
a dusted dusk glows
& we follow it
back to the hotel.
It's a little room,
our neighbors make love,
& the courtyard roars
with high orange;
I think towards you
when sheets of clouds
betray a skimmed moon,
& we pull sleep around us.
The river tongue falls
& sleek stones gather
to a new language.
Sep 25, 2019
Sep 25, 2019 at 9:35 AM UTC
The waitress smiles
a little too much
but we don't care,
our little glass lung
of Bordeaux dips away
above slatish cobbles.
A Gauloises whips ash
from a smouldering hand
into the corner table fragment.
Systems of traffic evaporate.
A massive shadow folds
above the grifters.
The river laps
at knees of bread,
while empty bottles
browse the blackness
for their corks.
Beside cathedrals
a dusted dusk glows
& we follow it
back to the hotel.
It's a little room,
our neighbors make love,
& the courtyard roars
with high orange;
I think towards you
when sheets of clouds
betray a skimmed moon,
& we pull sleep around us.
The river tongue falls
& sleek stones gather
to a new language.
