Love Poem No.14
Say, let’s rent a studio near the heart of
Saint-Germain-des-Prés, a place where
we can feel the two we’ve never been.
I’ll cut my hair short and you can dress
Parisian as you please. We can brunch
with gods at Les Deux Magots followed
by sacred steps to the church to light candles for those we fail but try to love. We can then loiter hand in hand with
foreign sky on our faces until the lamps of those fabled streets begin to burn. At that point I say we turn and follow the crumbs of this possible dream back to that place for two where you and I can sate our fallen flesh until we sleep and are reborn as poems or birds or both.
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by sacred steps to the church to light candles for those we fail but try to love. We can then loiter hand in hand with
foreign sky on our faces until the lamps of those fabled streets begin to burn. At that point I say we turn and follow the crumbs of this possible dream back to that place for two where you and I can sate our fallen flesh until we sleep and are reborn as poems or birds or both.
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Oh, such a lovely dream. And I sorta think birds are poems, of a sort, don’t you?