pain au chocolat melts upon the tongue,
exploding with dark chocolate
between buttery layers
croissants flake into submission
crepes cause my own surrender
'sushi love' satisfies like no other
blackberries burst upon my tongue
their juices matching the orchids in the open window
that are keeping watch over the grounds at Cité Universitaire
Sacré-Coeur surprises every time
its white cardboard cutout stands starkly against the blue sky
matching only the clouds in both color and awe
Rues Cler and Mouffetard charm as much as Montmartre
damp cobblestone
wine stained lips
a brooding Notre-Dame somehow warming
the cool night on the Seine
glorious gardens in which we practice parisian living
baguette? check. sacripants? check. crackers belin? check. bordeaux? check.
slowing of time? check.
bats' ("Fledermaus") frenzied flights
foreshadowing the american pop music adventure
of european student's singalong and sweat laden shimmying
Trocadéro the perfect platform
from which to be mesmerized by Gustave's glory
and captivated by love's miracle
the Louvre containing masterpieces
(and existing as its own)
the Orsay alive with Impressionists' entrapment of a moment and explosion of color
"seeking to capture a feeling or experience rather than to achieve accurate depiction"
i'm attempting this myself here...
gathering up the gazes...
collecting all the kisses...
unrelentless laughter and swirling smiles
speckled across two weeks of canvas
pointillism of a perfect love.
Renoir, Pissarro, Sisley, step aside
there's nothing you can create
that is more beautiful
than this.
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