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© by Maya Stein

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Sunday, October 09, 2005

one bridge, and moonlight

it isn't Paris exactly
but the cliché of Paris
i could fall for.

out of that earthly, eclectic chaos -
this city of cigarette butts and cobblestones,
fashionistas and the chiseled gargoyles of Notre Dame
and a million patisseries churning out a million
armfuls of bread -
it came down to this:

one bridge, and moonlight,
a scale of notes from a single accordion -
and thus, the architecture of a kiss.

i don't think
i will ever remember the name of that bridge
or the accordion's song
or what we were wearing
even though i'd love to tell that story.

i know only that a beam of light caught your lips,
and in the nick of time
i caught you.

10 comments:

Marilyn said...

Gorgeous!

Coquette said...

just lovely! thank you.

snowsparkle said...

Ah, romance in Paris. What could be better! Thanks for the glimpse of love. -- Snowsparkle

Stef said...

so beautiful....

it's all about me said...

As excellent as usual. Thanks Maya. I love it - especially the last two lines... perfect.

la vie en rose said...

Ahh...I want my own kiss on the bridge. I actually paid a brief visit to Paris when I was in 9th grade. It has haunted me ever since. I dream about it at least once a week. I'm currently reading Paris to the Moon - a memoir of an American who moves to Paris for the last 5 years of last century. I'm living precariously through his memories.

Emily said...

Delicious! Thank you.

lighterate said...

it's all about me was thinking about you when she turned me onto this blog

i here now and will be again

to be sure

Frankie said...

This is so beautiful. You are truly so talented, and I'm adoring my time spent here on your blog. Thanks for sharing :).

Anonymous said...

The last 2 lines are *complete*--a surprise and a Beautiful coming together!