Les Batignolles

I know where you are. I wish I was there,
Even now, after midnight. We both could be
Leaning on arms on the still-open windows
And watching a world in motion below us:
The singles and couples on sidewalks,
The scooters and cars in a swarm at
A stoplight. Beyond them, the coldly-lit
Glass and steel towers. All fodder for poetry,
I would be thinking. You would be silent,
The way that you are, gazing down until,
Suddenly, you'd look at me, and we'd kiss.
You'd have tears in your eyes.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2020-03-01 at 13:52

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