Cesoir, Avec Toi
Carols sang
by accordions and violas
glaze tete-a-tetes
with saccharine vim.
The winsome diction
in the oui’s and moi’s
makes local tongues
more suave to hear.
Above, the stars
waltz with charm-
luring hearts
to sigh in awe;
from croissant, the moon,
assume a sphere
while fireworks circle
around her brim.
The classic aura
of cobblestone streets
become avant-garde
with stiletto heels;
faded hints
of wine and champagne
perfume the air
and wash the paves.
Ah, the façade of laughter –
sans the tears!
The bonjours, the ça va,
the merci and the kiss…
so much to love,
what is to be loathed
in this very city
where you proposed?
Copyright © Frances Angela Torrelavega | Year Posted 2007
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