Linen Kisses

Drowning in linen sheets
I see you and me
aboard a ferry
breeze whispering to our ears
cool summer sun casting its light

water rippled on my cheeks
your touch made them fade
drops of your stare
golden smiles you held

then we walked on stone-path streets
smell of french bread in the air
we gaze at pigeons flying by
coffee shops and tea
you held my hand lightly softly

we watched an old man paint
how a boy waded by a puddle
on the other side of the street.
you whispered, i giggled
and we gave him a tip.



we walked up the steps to a hill
long and dizzying it seemed
but at the end a view so magnificent
we were on top
we were in control.

roofs and trees and tiny sidestreets
little cars, people like dots
and beyond was the horizon
painted by the sun
purple violet grey devine
then a band playing near our side
“valoir la passionné de...
à côté de vous...”

you leaned forward
I see a pair of gray marble mirrors
reflecting my shadow
within your soul.
and its getting dark
and people were leaving
but we-
both hypnotized by each other's gaze...



as the linen tangled
I woke up
my lips were cold
my eyes were burning
my cheeks trembling from my smile
my heart skip skipping
honey, à tout à l’heure!
I'll see you in a little while.