Cobblestones on a sidestreet
A hansom cab
A borrowed jacket
Wide dark eyes
And small light smiles-
the Rain.
It comes and comes from the stars
We're drenched
And that's okay.
Splashing puddles
And clinging hair to skin
And giggles that bounce off-
Cobblestones on a sidestreet.
A storm came-
Hard and fast
It hurt but I
relented
And now it's 2 AM
You're sleeping.
Your chest moves with your breath
But the T.V. clicks on-
Black & White pictures-
moving-
a man & woman in trenchcoats.
A storm came.
It's over now.
There were two spoons
One pint of Ben & Jerry's
A single couch
IN a beat-up flat
One broadcasting
blazing vison of
old flickering films
You & I
In the dark-
With spoons and
each other.
Delusions of boys with
guitars
in cafes in Paris
In bookstores reaching for
leather bounds-
Delusions of romantics
of glamour and grandeur
Quaint fags hanging out the
corner of mouths
And scrawling
poetry
on a page.

:ph43r: What do you think? Oh, and if anyone was wondering, "fags" is an archaic British term for cigarettes. I'm American, but the word fits better there. :P

Dude I SERIOUSLY LOVE IT!!!! This has to be one of my faves!


I love the way you phrased everything, made me remember what it was like to walk along the streets of Paris when I was 7 and my love of this idea of old, which is "go to the cafe, go to a poetry reading and then go home to ahem (lol)" times ... thanks for the incredible poem

:D Thanks again...I'm madly jealous of you....Paris... :blink: the reason I write so much about romantic places is because I've gone nowhere....I want to travel so much! Anyway, I'm glad you enjoyed it!

lolol dont be jealous...one day i'll send you on a world tour...lol :D