I wrote this last year. Just a an arisen thought.
Paris
Isle city of myriad million luminance.
Seine serpent circling you,
Caressing you with its dirty touch.
I came in you, Paris,
By heights unbound,
Of shores you once did honor.
Paris
A dream who calls the Boheme!
A flame flickering for Europa!
A cheese for ravening, rabid rats!
A fashion flighty for fickle fancy!
A revolution for the art fed class!
A Paris for all The Lost to heed!
Paris
I meander your backlit calles.
I smell your sweetened stench.
There towers Eiffel majestic
In his phallic might he reigns.
I peer behind your gossamer veil.
I feel, Paris, where he has pierced you.
Paris
Ancient lady, steeped dark in history
Clothed in bright, gay, nouveau hubris
She sirens and whispers her promise
Name me your own Paris, fair I am won
And I shall give you of my golden lux
But I reft your heart into my ground
Paris
More vision than real
Long pigments of rays
Only felt by immersion
Please, Paris, come not by
A soul fiercely, but strain
Your soft touch but light.
Paris…
Anybody have any thoughts?
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