On sleepless nights
I stroll the left bank in black sequined heels
Eye lids heavy with smoky glitter.
Among the art I have found you
your essence travels through
my veins to settle in the pool of my heart.
soft lights flicker their last warning in our dark cafe where
like willows we sway to long forgotten love songs
then you are gone a Modigliani reclining never hearing
Je t’aime, the only French I know.
Mark Spain Art