Saturday, 30 April 2011

Tes Yeux Bizarres Me Suivent

Sex in Paris is defined by political vocabulary.
Sex in Paris is refined by abstract dichotomy.
Sex in Paris is just you, me and two hundred years
Of erotic revolutionary discourse.

You are Charlotte, the angel of the knife
And Louise under Caledonian skies,
While I am Gustave and Ferdinand,
Wrapped in some crude metaphor.

With your lopsided smile and your Communard style,
I worship your skin and kiss the ground you walk on:
Your beauty helps me breathe,
Tes yeux bizarres me suivent.

Russell J Turner – April 2011

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