#montmartre
It’s night, freezing much outside.
You’re talking about Paris…
Let me, please, sit closer to you
And I’ll move nearer to Paris.
You’re talking about Montmartre
And lo I am there by now.
I hear from all sides: “Oh, belle mademoiselle!”
I’m blushing as under the crown.
“Je suis fasciné par vous!” “Oh, merci!”
“Quelle beauté!” My feet are going numb.
“Asseyer-vous, s'il vous plait. Je veux peindre de vous!”
I can’t say no, and I sit down.
'Je marche sur Montmartre…'
And though I only dream it,
Beautiful Paris, that I see in your eyes,
Is enough for me to fall in love with it.
Mar 18, 2025
Mar 18, 2025 at 6:03 PM UTC
I can almost recall a time when I didn’t care... there was so much life laid up in store
frivolous days tossed aside:
grisly hangovers of endless nights,
I used to observe the characters of Paris from a window in Chez Camille... sun light flashing through the green of horse chestnut trees lining wide Montmartre streets-
well heeled parents guiding their chattering children past a
staggering drunk, **** marks up his trouser leg, greasy hair clinging to his beard
he’s avoided too by those girls in summer dresses, all legs and laughter and dreams
they are ogled by the old men drinking coffee outside cafes, complaining about their busy wives...
back in that time when our choices could send us anywhere-
careening into old cinemas watching movies with wide eyes,
building driftwood fires on deserted beaches
or writhing with nameless shapes in little rooms
washed in strawberry *****
back before our choices defined us and hardened into everything we are.
back when right and wrong were only whispering
and the streets of Paris called my name
May 25, 2020
May 25, 2020 at 2:03 PM UTC