Miryam slept
most of the way
through Paris
that evening
her head
on your shoulder
her eyes closed
like pink shells
her mouth
slightly ajar
an innocent
sleeping child
kind of look
on the coach
as it travelled
through the bright lights
and sights of Paris
Beethoven's
5th Piano Concerto
pouring
from the coach's
loudspeakers
you gazed
at her tight
red haired head
sense of her
laying there
a soft sound
of breathing
a barely felt sense
of her pulse
and feeling
that the most
important thing
at that moment
that pulse
that sound
of breathing
that the whole world
would cease
if she did
neither again
you lay back
your head
on the headrest
taking in the sights
the lights
people passing
street scenes
bars and cafés open
couples walking
arm in arm
a kissing couple
here and there
the second movement
of the Beethoven concerto
easing through
the coach
and looking down
at her hands folded
in her lap
as if they too slept
fingers holding
thumbs touching
her knees visible
where her skirt
rode up as she sat
and as you lay there
taking in
her being there
that eternal moment
sinking in
the Proustian connection
of her sleeping so
and the Beethoven episode
the piano easing out
and her head there
on your shoulder
rested childlike
and all or most
of desires kept at bay
seeing her lay so
like untouched
untrodden snow.
Jan 24, 2014
Jan 24, 2014 at 2:30 AM UTC
Miryam slept
most of the way
through Paris
that evening
her head
on your shoulder
her eyes closed
like pink shells
her mouth
slightly ajar
an innocent
sleeping child
kind of look
on the coach
as it travelled
through the bright lights
and sights of Paris
Beethoven's
5th Piano Concerto
pouring
from the coach's
loudspeakers
you gazed
at her tight
red haired head
sense of her
laying there
a soft sound
of breathing
a barely felt sense
of her pulse
and feeling
that the most
important thing
at that moment
that pulse
that sound
of breathing
that the whole world
would cease
if she did
neither again
you lay back
your head
on the headrest
taking in the sights
the lights
people passing
street scenes
bars and cafés open
couples walking
arm in arm
a kissing couple
here and there
the second movement
of the Beethoven concerto
easing through
the coach
and looking down
at her hands folded
in her lap
as if they too slept
fingers holding
thumbs touching
her knees visible
where her skirt
rode up as she sat
and as you lay there
taking in
her being there
that eternal moment
sinking in
the Proustian connection
of her sleeping so
and the Beethoven episode
the piano easing out
and her head there
on your shoulder
rested childlike
and all or most
of desires kept at bay
seeing her lay so
like untouched
untrodden snow.
A BOY AND GIRL IN PARIS IN 1970.
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