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Guy Peppin

Rookie (1982 / Sydney, Australia)

Paris


City of light and soft blue rain
momentary joy, driven sadness
you see we are here after all!
Paris of all worlds where we might
day and night be strong, because
luckily, love is incurable madness.
Paris for it's joy and despair
For all you had given to, and for,
and lost in Paris, we did, remaining
here in this old hotel apartment
caring nothing for the view, the weather
like a French teacher on your English tongue
doing this and that, to what and whom
like Prevert, the smell of your burned desires
three matches lit, one by one in the night
the first to see your face in its entirety
the second to see just your eyes
the last to see your bowed lips
and then, then complete darkness
to remind me of all you said to me
the slow clack of heels on cobblestones
along the river, the talking wounded
discarded Trojans, the pavement
like moist sheets beneath our bodies
my heart confessed insatiable
hankering for Love's unspoken avenues
an evening bird trapped in its charms
street by street we explored this city
like a flower, but in the end I realised
I didn't need to explore anything
but you the wife of Menelaus who
runs off with Paris, confident I'm Paris
I am no prince and have no riches
I seek my fortune in a love like this
kiss me my darling, share blessings
in each and every tender, even though
each one curses our stolen love forever
and brings down pictures, and the walls
they hang on, a café somewhere,
a starry night, quiet sleeps as
twilight diminishes, our last day
where can I put my last hope when
all the white doves are dirtied
and soundless neighbours, await tonight
a small revolution, waiting for the change,
at the dawn of a new day.

Submitted: Wednesday, May 02, 2012
Edited: Monday, May 14, 2012

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