une nuit pluvieuse à Bruxelles
A cool rainy night
traffic and street lights sparkled
and everything seemed in motion;
seen by dim room light,
through gathering drops
running down window glass;
you stood sipping from a cup
quiet as the rain, away in thought
swaying slightly to soft sounds of Brazil,
and I wanted to know
the feel of you...
curve of your body pressed against me,
and your face near mine;
Standing near, pretending to watch
lights and rain,
seeing nothing
past your reflection;
beauty on a rain spilled window
you met my eyes in the glass
and asked "what are you thinking?"
...et nuit dans Bruxelles
Face to face
in the window glass
rain in the air outside
deep wide eyes that spoke,
and invited me;
“rain is different here…
not so out of place…”
You smiled at my diversion
and waited, as hips move a bit more
revealing love and music,
in silhouette to the window,
now city lights sparkle in rhythm
“ surprising really,
how much I think about you…”
Not new to feelings
or presence of alluring women,
or even to moments like this;
thoughtfully savoring
someone.
Happy for the way
you fill my eyes,
linger in thoughts..
make me notice silence.
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