(Paris 01/01/06)
we once followed dew laden cobblestones
to catch the early train out of Ponthierry
eyeing through windows
as villages left dots through farm fields,
fields to outskirts, and outskirts to Paris
handlocked we wandered through history
afraid we might lose ourselves never to return
acquired champagne and fleur des savannes
just before France threw down her evening blanket
discovered ourselves at under Eiffel's skirt
naturally, in French tradition she was ornately dressed in stars
amid chants and cheers time inaugurated another year
that night, I held you in my arms as the city rocked us to sleep
yes it's true,
we once found New Years in Paris
we once followed dew laden cobblestones
to catch the early train out of Ponthierry
eyeing through windows
as villages left dots through farm fields,
fields to outskirts, and outskirts to Paris
handlocked we wandered through history
afraid we might lose ourselves never to return
acquired champagne and fleur des savannes
just before France threw down her evening blanket
discovered ourselves at under Eiffel's skirt
naturally, in French tradition she was ornately dressed in stars
amid chants and cheers time inaugurated another year
that night, I held you in my arms as the city rocked us to sleep
yes it's true,
we once found New Years in Paris
6 comments:
i really like the "acquired champagne before france threw down her evening blanket." I remember going in all the french shops looking for an affordable bottle to surprise your parents and thinking we would never make it through the sea of people trying to make the same purchase. crazy french and their booze! i love you and cant wait to be back there with you my love.
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I don't remember there being cobblestones in Ponthierry!
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