The city of lights or anywhere.

Just words.

                           The city of lights or anywhere.

We sat drinking the American whiskey in a Paris tavern where Dear Hemingway drank his whiskey. I love Paris. Kind Paris hide the secrets well. Lover's danced on the street and kissed by the flowing river. No-one will tell where lovers met in secret places in the city of love.

I told you. You are more beautiful than 20 year ago when we fell in a bed of kiss and chaos. You were someone else love and I was just stealing kisses and the long embrace.

We spend three days in a dark hotel room. Drank the vodka and juice and we pretend we were ancient lovers from happy story book endings. We left the room at midnight for a walk and I held you close by the river and I watched your eyes. Survey the Paris, the city of lights.

You found me yesterday and you told me. My love went sour and I am so damn alone. I am scare and I fear I shall die alone. I told you. The city of lights or anywhere I shall meet you. You are not alone. You and I, had went around and around till we had learn. Love is warm, love can be cold. I will meet you in the city of love, the city of lights.

Pretty Sophia raised her eyes and she whispered. You are my kindest friend. You came to me, to save me from self-pity and loneliness. Why dear Johnnie? I took from you and I ran.

I took her hand and I whispered to her. We are in Paris. We shall drink till 5pm and roam the city till 12 pm. We will dance in the streets to the street musicians and I will kiss you a hundred times.  This is Paris, where love pain is forgotten and we create new stories.  We will stay bare in the hotel room till 12 noon and I won't allow you to leave me this time my dear love.

Pretty woman smiled and she took the hand of a gentleman. They rose from the table and they fell into the city of lights, Paris, the city of love.

                          Coyote

Author's Note

Just words.

Reviews

[emmajoy]

Not and never are 'just words', John. I've read your poetry and tales for maybe ten years now and rarely known your words to be less than full of love and extraordinary memories. Imagination sipped alongside but still, natural and sincere. Here you stroll about Paris, walk and touch by the Seine and feel the atmosphere that wonderful city offers. Oh I know!! Thank you for sharing yet another of your Tales of... this is as alive as the first. (Plus many thanks for your today reviews for my scribbles, Am due to visit you.)

[Coyote Poetry]

I went to Paris many time. I crossed the channel many times too. I was station in Stuttgard, Germany for three years in 1976-1980. Maybe one day I can return. Thank you Emma for reading and the comment.

[Lydia Shutter]

The city of lights...and love...Paris. The words you post are always so romantic and filled with rich memories, my friend. You magically transported us to the streets of Paris with the imagery you employ. Just such a lovely write! Lydi**

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you dear Lydia. Paris is a wonderful city.

[Neville]

An amazing city indeed, and some of its secrets told here, maybe for the very first time in the form of what is yet another amazing poem... and I will drink to you this evening John.....until then though, Cheers, N

[Coyote Poetry]

Cheers my friend and have some fun and be safe. I have three grand-boys with me tonight. Scary movies and some popcorn. Thank you Neville for reading.

[Neville]

Always a pleasure.. enjoy tonight with those grandsons and then some... N

[barleygirl]

I'll be honest with you, John. As I was reading this, I was thinking back to when I first started at the cafe 2-1/2 yrs ago. I remember a story about Paris, but so much of it was on the physical level. Your stories have become so much deeper & richer & more complex since I've been reading you. Here you show us the delights of Paris, but also a touching story of acceptance between lovers with a past (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Coyote Poetry]

I roamed Europe for three years. five journals of words and thank you Margie for reading and the comment. I do appreciate.

[barleygirl]

Thank God for those boxes of journal, huh? *smile*