Paris

I see faces
I've seen Paris
A photograph, a glimpse, a glance
A shot of you, of me - a shot of cognac
and gauloises disque bleu's - riding black taxi
A shot of Paris in my eye - a sidewalk
of black clad hollowness gliding, weaving streetside
upon the rue castiglione
painting flickering streetlight reflecting upon
the puddle within my minds eye
sidewalk simmering sweltering flesh
against the rhythm of the rolling, creaking, blaring
smoking traffic- ageless, endless, pumping,
throbbing, pounding footsteps stretch upon the pavement
trapped within ones self trapped within ones space
forever walking treading upon the mumbling rumbling echo of my minds eye
silhouetted sunsets set against my face
glancing eyes swiftly look away
and Paris swallows swooning lovers upon the Seine
the Eiffel Tower stands alone
gargoyles stare in my direction
seeking seperation from their stony perch
timeless, ageless, enduring ediface
standing all alone.