( To Jean Claude)
A cold morning, walking along the Seine one among the many...in Paris.
The little cafes, the pigeons, the aroma of the lattes, the music, the mellow words.
Alone in Paris, after all this time, Montparnasse, little streets, artists painting by the bridge and Notre Dame at my back.. I feel at home here, I wish I could stay forever.
Last night I was loved by a son of this land, his lovemaking was as sweet as his words, I reposed in his arms and I felt loved, he taught me love words and we sang under the stars looking at Paris from the Eiffel tower .
I am contented today, the fog is perfect for the mood I am in, as I walk along the Seine, alone in Paris.
Copyright 1976 Sonia Paz Baron-Vine
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