Wednesday, September 24, 2014

It is Paris again

It is Paris again
where we spent that
week in the knees,
learning love's a-b-c's
and thinking we'd still be
unharmed.

It is still here,
that grey asphalt,
still here, that crease
felt by love's deportees, who
once battle-ready, are now
unarmed.

There is still that
half-promise of the ferry
lights, still the breeze
comes with half-guarantees
of charm, of leaving you
uncharmed.


(after Leela Gandhi)

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