Sonya stood
on the narrow balcony
of the hotel room in Paris
I lay on the bed
reading Celan poems
she was in her underwear
and bra
smoking
a French cigarette
most of the great artists
lived here
at one time or other
she said
I looked over at her
her blonde hair
touched her haunches
her tight ****
smiled at me
most yes
I guess so
I said
can we go
to an art gallery today?
she said
I love the Impressionists
this is the place
to see them
guess so
I returned to the book
where are we breakfasting?
where you like
she exhaled
that little café
on the corner is good
she suggested
you like the waiter
the guy with the Proust moustache
nonsense
it's the coffee
the cake he provides
she said
she gazed back at me
aren't you going to wash
and dress?
I nodded
after you
you're quicker
she said
she was right
ok
so I got up
and went into the bathroom
and washed
and brushed my teeth
and came out
she was on the bed
looking at the book
of poems
how do you
make sense of this?
she asked
open minded
and getting the vibe
she put the book down
and went in the bathroom
I dressed
lit a cigarette
and stood
by the window
looking down
into the Parisian street
below
I love Paris
I mused
love all this
and blew
a passing French girl
a palm blown kiss.
Oct 1, 2014
Oct 1, 2014 at 3:32 PM UTC
Sonya stood
on the narrow balcony
of the hotel room in Paris
I lay on the bed
reading Celan poems
she was in her underwear
and bra
smoking
a French cigarette
most of the great artists
lived here
at one time or other
she said
I looked over at her
her blonde hair
touched her haunches
her tight ****
smiled at me
most yes
I guess so
I said
can we go
to an art gallery today?
she said
I love the Impressionists
this is the place
to see them
guess so
I returned to the book
where are we breakfasting?
where you like
she exhaled
that little café
on the corner is good
she suggested
you like the waiter
the guy with the Proust moustache
nonsense
it's the coffee
the cake he provides
she said
she gazed back at me
aren't you going to wash
and dress?
I nodded
after you
you're quicker
she said
she was right
ok
so I got up
and went into the bathroom
and washed
and brushed my teeth
and came out
she was on the bed
looking at the book
of poems
how do you
make sense of this?
she asked
open minded
and getting the vibe
she put the book down
and went in the bathroom
I dressed
lit a cigarette
and stood
by the window
looking down
into the Parisian street
below
I love Paris
I mused
love all this
and blew
a passing French girl
a palm blown kiss.
A MAN AND WOMAN IN PARIS IN 1973
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