Night In Paris

Lovely night, champagne, roses and perfume to accompany me--

Lonely in this old train, no waiters, no people to witness my high-end dress

Bitter taste, distanced nature’s beauty 

Rapid movements on them 

Caught on guard 

 In search for Paris wonders 

 and a man, that buys expensive wine

 for me to savour in his mid-class hotel

 Waiting for a stop, to encounter thou

 I shall treat thee nicely in my mains, don’t worry 

Walking through the trains hallways,

Proceeding to go out--

jumping out like old movies 

Streets call my name 

people recognize my face 

and love my voice 

Both feet going faster till I find your face--

Desire for your touch, body and lips

Just-- a small glimpse of thee

Behind, pieces of brown hair and a 360 degrees turn,

to glance at your freckled face 

Closing the space between us,

 Eye to eye-- just to ask

 Will you buy me wine?

 He replied" “Yes, in this beautiful night in Paris” 

 Poet: Chelsie Rivera (-2019)