french ennui
the rain
comes down
making
streets gleam
like patent leather
as i flick the cigarette stub
out the long window
into the courtyard
i glance at my naked lover
entwined between damp white sheets
lying beside me
no noise of mosquitoes
in this quiet city
no blaring boomboxes
just my partner's rhythmic breathing
dreaming, sighing
in this quiet city
telephone rings are less insistent
barking dogs are less obtrusive
rain seems too fall lightly as
hours fall from the joined hips of lovers
spent in rainy afternoons
and i gaze at a window
on the other side of the courtyard
where a woman is watching me
not bothering to cover herself
from a bed similar to the one i share
as she holds a cigarette in her left hand
inhaling and then languidly passing it
to her drowsy lover who lies beside her
all of us inhaling the moments of paris
A contest entry
- Dream Walking, Pillow Talking by PureCountry.
875 points, ended March 1, 2008, 8 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
the moments of PARIS...
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As One Who Has Traveled
to the fabled City of Lights, I take great enjoyment in your creation of words. Such afternoons are often lost in the rampant race of life, we all seem to get lost in.
Well Said! Thank you for entering. Good Luck!
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Your vivid imagery may leave your reader wishing for such afternoons spent in such delicious activities.
A joy to read poem and one worthy of a second glance.
Thank you for sharing...Sue
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much thanks for the read/comments glad u thought this was 'worthy' of a 2nd glance regards zaj
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An enjoyable piece of poetry, ah the contentment of moments, where life is a smile and filled with smoke in the distance, a good poem.
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much thanks for the read/kind comments that was it the 'pleasures' of the moments in PARIS glad u enjoyed this regards zaj
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