Paris

I see walking with you in Paris,
hand in hand,
a writer with her metaphors,
making metaphors,
imagery and sipping
cafe houses,

I see me writing you,
in the blues, the blue
of seas, the blues
of rivers too,

I see me dancing with you,
one, two and three and two,

I see me in London,
maybe at the River Thames,
we dip a bit, cool water
over imagery, and daylight,

I see me in New York,
yellow cabs, honking noise,
and the loudest clouds of me,

I see me on the islands,
mine and yours, land
meeting water,

I see me here,
day, sunlight, curtains open,
tree bare, snow,

I see me in the arms of love,
greens and fields, fans
over noise,

I see me too, not here,
above place and placeless,

I see me in all the metaphors,
the images too,

but eventually when all is said,
when I see me everywhere,

I will have to make sure
that life was real, and you
were too,

that poetry and Paris
did come true.

Photo Credit

View of Paris from the Montparnasse Tower – Wikimedia Creative Commons

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