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.
6 comments:
Gorgeous!
Ah, romance in Paris. What could be better! Thanks for the glimpse of love. -- Snowsparkle
As excellent as usual. Thanks Maya. I love it - especially the last two lines... perfect.
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
This is so beautiful. You are truly so talented, and I'm adoring my time spent here on your blog. Thanks for sharing :).
The last 2 lines are *complete*--a surprise and a Beautiful coming together!
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