On sleepless nights
I stroll the left bank in black sequined heels,
My eyelids heavy with sparkling glitter.
Among the art I find you, your aura
travels through my veins ,
settles in the pool of my heart.
soft lights flicker their last warning in our dark cafe where like willows we sway to lost songs.
Suddenly you are gone, my Modigliani reclining never hearing my sigh
Je t’aime, the only French I know.
Mark Spain Art