Poe et here

AN EVENING OF FRENCH

Rivulets of conversation
Drip like honey from your smile
Splashing on my cheeses and French
croutons
Washed down with vintage wine
Return to you with bright blue eyes
Reflected in your chocolate browns
Dancing with schoolgirl delight.
Our talk meanders along seamless
miles,
Unexplored and ancient paths,
Some by chance, some carefully
chosen
A Lewis and Clark expedition
To discover new territories
Rummaging through Paleolithic ruins
Of stale relationships
With each rise and fall of hope
Presenting a new horizon desperate for
congruity
Yet comfortable in an unspoken
commonality
What did she say?
What has he meant?
He is so old…
She is so young…
There is the plank we walk
To the delight of alligators
And pirates of our destiny
We move step by step
Blindfolded with senses keen
Expectant that this last plunge
Will deliver us into that eternal hope
Enveloping us like an azure Caribbean
sea
In that we drown, laughing silently
Sealed with a final interrogatory,
A temple kiss.