The wind’s effusive melody
brings me recollections of earlier times.
Some fish bones. The remains of a campfire.
A guitar pick buried in the sand.
A cherub blowing a trumpet.
“Did you remember to pack some underwear, dear?”
From the distance we sounded like little sparrows,
twilling and fliterring and hopping about.
The river rushed through with the force
of thirteen Alexander the Greats.
Your hands moved over my body
like hungry, horny spiders.
“Yes, my love. I packed two pairs.”
Paris…
The gendarme whistled for us to stop,
but we were too busy laughing and running away.
Out of the corner of my eye I spied the fountain,
and the cloud of gray pigeons circling the statue.
The sough of the wind reminds me of
fragments I wish I could store in a cigar box,
instead of this head of regret.
sweet 🙂
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what fun one.
love to have you in.
I like it, I like it a lot! Very nice 🙂
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yes,
all romantic adventures require a fresh pair of underpants.
nice recollection
forgot the underwear? Your hands moved over my body like hungry, horny spiders.
This was quite interesting and amusing, thanks for the good poem.
Joanny
Delightful! Thank you . . . lots of tidbits to make one smile.
I love story in poetic form. And the ending is perfectly wrapped in the teachings of hindsight.
excellent work really like the juxtaposition of mundane with the extra-ordinary.
Brilliant poem! I absolutely loved these lines:
“The gendarme whistled for us to stop,
but we were too busy laughing and running away.
Out of the corner of my eye I spied the fountain,
and the cloud of gray pigeons circling the statue.”
Hey! I like it!
Yes two pairs dear – made me smile broadly.
So many wonderful images flashed up in my mind.
Nicely done
a loving poem!
Pamela
gr8…. look like ur having fun
a beautiful recollection!
a hint of sadness at the end
reflects life though 🙂
Your hands moved over my body like hungry, horny spiders.
-Great line. This was good.
sweet romantic and sad. i loved it
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Beautifully done. I had to read it twice when I realized there were two layers.
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Beautiful.. you made me smile big.. Happy Monday
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