Language of Love

Bonjour

I could be in love a thousand times
Everyday
The gliding
Striding
Elegance of
These long-legged
Waif-y women who
Smoke skinny Cigarettes
eat nibbles of cheese
Drink
Wine
And hold heads high
With beauty and
Pride
Not pomp
Or judgment,
Perhaps a touch
Just enough to have the
American doll
Prove herself as
Worthy of the gaze and the floating syllables that dance off
Their elegant sumptuous tongues

Taxi drivers
Waiters
Concierge
Shopkeeper
Ticket taker

The sounds float off from perfectly decorated lips into this damp fall air
Settling down and leaving no doubt:
This is
the
Language of Love

Au Revior