Paris, Mon Amour

"when the Gods want to punish you, they answer your prayers"
                                  --line from the film "Out of Africa"

She stopped, transfixed, a breathless 
butterfly pinned to a board, and she said, 
"That is So beautiful!" Then, turning
to her husband as they stood in my kitchen 
before an aerial photograph of L'Ile de la Cite' 
shaped like a ship in the beating heart of Paris,  
(young Yuppie wife of entrepreneurial architect 
who owned half the houses on the street 
where I lived), she asked with pleading eyes, 

"Could we go someday?" Knowing the appetite 
for that which lies beyond Beyond: Paris, 
La Cite' Emeraude, or wherever is the personal
Shangri La, I wished I could have shared 
what I've known: a second floor apartment 
in an historic building in the 12th--its 
circular staircase royally carpeted in red,
enclosing a tiny lift, depositing us 
to a storied paradise, its rooms extending 

beyond glass doors of an antechamber into 
a formal salon, two stately bedrooms 
with balconies, and a "bureau," birthplace 
of poems, diaries of dreams, and in the interior 
courtyard beneath our common windows, 
open to the Paris bleu, a caged canary sang, 
lusting for open sky in mornings filled 
with the perfume of freshly baked pastries 
and baguettes from the patisserie below.  

Once, I was besotted with a man who told me
after lovemaking, "I never knew how 
much yearning you needed."  He divined this, 
and for a time he fed that soul hunger in me, so 
that it was hard when he left, and they always leave.  
Ships seeking harbor, leave in their wake
a yearning in the corners of your life, which will 
surely bring back Paris and everyone you have ever 
loved, which will somehow, somehow, against 
all odds, satiate the supplicant heart.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2008

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Austin Avatar
April 25, 2009 at 7:21 AM
What is it about this....that? I have friends who save every penny they make during the year so they can spend their vacations in Paris. It's romance! Some have it to a large degree, some very little. You, dear Nola, are blessed with the former and it comes out so beautfully.
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February 22, 2009 at 6:49 AM
This is very beautiful indeed. Your talent just shines through this. Sad and cutting, but a wise and insightful message...nice to meet your work! Best wishes, Sara:)
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