It's not Love, It's just Paris

by JaneDoeWrites   Sep 8, 2013


When her time is up,
stay in Paris writing offers
to the romance with
narrowed eyes and a sardonic air,
heavy on observation.

On his back,
on the edge,
he has a marbled complexion
that looks as though he
cut it himself-
a misaligned smile
worldly and lonely:
this answer to a question
she didn't know she was asking.

"He's right about,
about us.

We're here for a
tale of transformation,
tenderness and skepticism.

And even if we know generally,
reminds us:
Sometimes the journey is the point."

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  • 11 years ago

    by nouriguess

    You're so talented. I'll come back to read and comment later.

  • 11 years ago

    by Redangelwings

    When I first started reading this I thought of the before sunset movies. :). Very romantic. It feels like at the start of this poem the women might be a writer and she is writing about love. She is cautious on love because she has been trying to find it a lot of her life. I also love the double story. Of the women and guy. The way you describe him is like godly almost. You say he is lonely and thats what makes us human. I love how she questions his smile as if they don't even know their own intention. They are there to fix their troubled relationship. The journey is the true struggle in any relationship I agree. Again I love the story and the double view point. Love. 5/6

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