Brown Eyed Girl

He sang 'Brown Eyed Girl' to her
As they lay side by side
In her studio apartment
Overlooking the rooftops
Where the city cats
Prowled, marking their domain.

In the early morning light
They would make love
And as the sun rose in the east
She would smile,
And know that this was
Her heaven on earth.

And as he slept,
She would make her way
To the boulangerie
For when he awoke
He would be ravenous
And love needs feeding.

And returning, she would
Watch him lie
Stretched across the bed
And love him more than anything.
He would slowly wake
And smile, that smile
Tender, yet sleepy

They would share the baguette
Greedily breaking chunks off
And feeding one another
The smell of fresh coffee
Aromatic to their love.

And when he left
She would sigh
And feel not quite whole
But warm in the knowledge
That she was
His brown eyed girl



Poetry by Elle The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2013-05-04 at 17:49

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Commentally Ill
now that song is stuck in my head :/ but it's not a bad tune, so i guess i can live with that.

i ate this poem for lunch and found it to be a deeply textured poem that was rich in flavor.

however, it gave my mouth a paper cut.

:)
2013-05-13


Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
Beautifully written, Elle. As it does for everyone (of a certain age) who reads it, it brought back memories to me. Our bread came from the Swedish bakery, though, and she played Velvet Underground albums for me.
2013-05-09


Ivan R
To write a comment on this poem, to me, is like putting words on dawn, or flowers, their beauty just speaks for it self... but a poet really is the person to speak on behalf of beauty, in the world of words, so... I'm no poet now, nor a person that likes to comment, I leave this wonderful poem I just read with a sigh, and a thank you-note*
2013-05-05


shells
I feel the lazy warmth of this, love the lines "the smell of fresh coffee aromatic to their love."
2013-05-05


StillHoppin The PoetBay support member heart!
Lovely and descriptive. I sincerely the read :)
2013-05-04



Hmm, I'm sitting here trying to leave a comment when all I really want to do is read it again. :) Elegant and warm, it's a pleasure to take in. *applaud*
2013-05-04


countryfog
The song begins "Do you remember when / We used to sing?" . . . each time you post a poem we do. This could well be new stanzas to Morrison's song.
2013-05-04