paris in spring

when i open my eyes, i am in Paris
laying on the Champ de Mars
it is spring and there is wine and coffee and strawberries in the air
and in our mouthes and in our hearts, and

when you turn your head and see me
and i see you, a thousand words of love
flower and swill across my poet’s eye
and i write, for you, always and only

for you

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