Dancing Leaves

He takes my heart
and doesn't know he has,
with the aperitif
the olive sinks slowly
'Red or white', he asks
I say I have no preference
Champagne would be nicer
but I'm too afraid to say.
I skirt the entrée around my plate
while he dances lettuce leaves;
I hear violins, sweet pungent tunes
and hide my eyes behind
lemon scented candlelight.
When he smiles, I see into his soul
rich creamy camembert
spread in bite size morsels.
It's cold outside, he hands me my coat
does he linger, just a second
or does sea breeze cool an ardour?
'That was nice; I've always liked this place'
I swallow air, and watch sea lights.
Perhaps he feels it too
the subtle strains of beating veins
I don't feel the cold as it shivers up my spine.
I wish this night would never end
I'm afraid that if he takes me home
will I ever find my heart again?




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Written on 2007-10-09 at 11:35

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lastromantichero The PoetBay support member heart!
Elle they said it all your writing is brilliantly nostalgic and romantic
but i particularly like this brilliant passage with its slightly uppper crust air of grace

Red or white', he asks
I say I have no preference
Champagne would be nicer
but I'm too afraid to say.

well actually Joanna Lumley could not have put it better

Absolutely fabulous
well done
rgds mike
2007-10-12


Kathy Lockhart
your writing takes me to far away places rich in romance and nostalgia like old films with audrey hepburn and william holden. I am transported by your writings into a realm of romantic memories that i long to make my own. Beautifully written Elle.
2007-10-09