I LOVE PARIS

A WOMAN IN PARIS AND HER BETRAYING LOVER.

J'aime Paris, Lulu said,
to herself
as Marcel
was out,

and there was
no one else there
to hear,
and she wished he

was there
with her now,
not out
some place,

probably
with some w***e
making the love
as he termed it

il aime ses putains,
he actually said.
Lulu is tired

of the book
she was reading
and tired
of Marcel too.

Ah, he said,
as he left
you are my precious pearl,
Pierre précieuse,

he actually said,
and his words
trickled into her head
as she closed her eyes,

pretending
he was out
buying her flowers
and chocs

and maybe
some gem,
but she knew
deep down,

he wasn't,
he was just
a man,
just one of them.