Paris, Paris
how those words sound so sweet to me,
no bitter taste of memory- only lust and longing.
My curious feet have caressed your long, sleek pavements tenderly,
while searching your ins and outs, I have discovered myself.
At the cafe, smoked curled from my lips slowly, tracing your outline
making me aware of your receptive beauty.
Now I see you from a far, from a land I consider strange to me now,
Paris, you have captured mon esprit, you took it from me, while I
naively wandered les rues like a vagabond dreaming of restless
possibilities.
When can I retrieve what you have taken so swiftly from me? You
hold it captive and haunt and taunt me in my dreams, an ever present
reminder that one day I should return to you.
Viens, Viens, is whispered in my mind when I see your alluring
image, it seems to be everywhere to me now.
If only I could respond Je viens, and you could entends.