Invitation to a bistro

September 16, 2010

Meet me again
Under red lights
In city full of gas
Do not breathe in at all
Until we shake hands
And walk
To a noisy bistro

Our broken conversation
Means nothing if
a waiter doesn’t interrupt
At least three times
In quiet testament
To our joint want
to find the other side
of every coin
Before the dealer lifts the cup

Then;
who undresses who?
I you with eyes
You me with hands
Later, When cars again
Shroud us in gas
We can discuss this

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2 Responses to “Invitation to a bistro”

  1. Claudia said

    this is really cool – you paint a great picture with your words – love the atmosphere..

  2. forpuck said

    Thank you very much!

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