Two poets in love,
A natural disaster,
just waiting to happen...
Ah, yes,
I live in beautiful,
beautiful old Paris,
& as they say yes, yes,
oui oui,
Do you like my French accent Mon Cheri?
Well good.
You have your passport I take it?
Bags are ready?
Perfect,
so here we go,
Ahhhh yes,
Let me take you for a ride,
in a lovely old gondola,
through the beautiful & peaceful,
& placid canals of Venice,
the romance capital of the WORLD,
Or on a romantic moonlit stroll,
in the city of love,
hand in arm,
down some worn old,
cobble stone street,
heels click,
with a charming old lampost,
to kiss,
beneath,
Incredibly beautiful that Eiffel tower,
Or take you,
for a heavenly ride,
at the drop of a fateful hat,
you sit by my side,
we are drifting in a hot air barquilla,
yes,
Oui Mon Amour,
as pursed lips,
take careful sips,
of delicious red roija,
a candle burns,
as melting wax drips,
my heart just skips,
cheers my darling,
sampling one another's lips
& roving eager fingertips,
Quivering in a touch
& wanting so much,
This feels right, no?
Beautiful tastes,
of salty spicy Mahon,
from the Islands of Menorca,
tastes Europeans can appreciate,
& so can we
we can belong to the city,
and really it's such a terrible pity,
to stay in,
come along,
it isn't a sin,
The bright lights,
on the city's most tempting nights,
I'll take you to the highest heights,
relishing in the simple & sweet delights,
something we shouldn't fight,
I am right there with you,
like a twisting kite,
kissing the wind,
just board that flight,
We are free in our wildness,
they say,
like Hemingway,
& his,
"Movable Feast"
I wanna taste this memory,
tonight,
like beauty & the beast,
I see you are so very beautiful,
As Pablo Nerada is gently,
nibbling on,
& whispering in my ear,
telling me, telling me
telling me,
of my most secret,
secret fear,
"You must give in to the night"
As you tip my neck back,
& come in for a slow attack,
"Like a Puma in the barrens of Quitratue"
stalking the night,
& your lover
loving her right,
& the stars,
as they are so brilliantly shining,
on blood you are dining,
try in vain to resist,
this feeling it always persists,
There's more,
I promise my love,
Wherever you wanna go,
I'll paint the way,
so whatta ya say?
Lay next to me in the sweet,
incandescent moonlight,
I would love for you,
to come along with me,
I would LOVE to love you,
Except I'm here,
I'm not there,
just take a little risky dare,
I just wanna say I'd share,
in something that I always swear,
I think that we'd be quite a pair,
no I guess isn't fair,
doesn't matter though,
cuz I don't care,
Being a poet,
it seems that I can take you,
ANYWHERE.
Cherie Nolan © 2016
Idk?
