A rainy morning
Impasse de Danzig
La Ruche
The gray morning light lays as an allure
On your bare skin
My hand glides up your divine spine
To rest beneath an angel wing shoulder.
Heartbeat steady
My fingers memorize the eternity of your youth.
This touch will last forever.
I think___
The door opens
Your mother
Cafe et croissants.
You groan wanting more sleep.
I whisper
“Je revendrai avec le petite dejeuner.
I descend from the loft.
Bare foot a towel around my waist.
Simone smiles
I say
“Elle dors.”
Your mother smiles.
Her daughter is safe.
I smile back.
Not as young as you
But not as old as now.
And you ever young on that day
April
Paris
1985