Four Cafe’s
It was post digestion time, 10pm ! uncomfortable bloating causing a staggering stand,supported by the apartment windows brass clasp, the torn green velvet digestion chair lilted just beneath. Nested above the Canal Madeline, perched in a loft atop hundreds of lonely books, which i have not browsed ! their prison the De Krook. Afar beyond the cracked glass, out into the January month night, wildly dancing snowflakes cause a cataract pin pointed view of the culprit of indigestion
“ Cafe Croix de Fer”!
Along the frozen cobbles, Ale fuelled, in-firms trudge and trip precariously, fuelled “by many Trappist brews” towards “ Cafe Le repaire des ames perdues” I myself, visit this lair to regularly, its chestnut doors, spit tainted in past blood, open 24 hrs per day 364 days each year , “ No ! The one day is not Noel ! Its Cask day “ And, on this one day, i visit " Cafe Noir"
My tipple of choice is a hand of cards ! held in gloves tattered and fingerless. This addiction to be found in the basement of the Library, a Cafe,174 worn steps below me, name “ Enfer” my light purse, confirms this.
Count.
Categories:
cafe noir, january,
Form: Prose
misty autumn evening
our lips collide
under blushing stars
and rustling leaves
on sassafras trees
my skin you touch
cooing dove sounds
exit my lips
caramel eyes on fire
my hand glides on silk
and warm cotton
perfume inhaled
fingers sweet
that ole south huckleberry wind
comes cool off the river
wind plays tag with
running brown leaves
inside the castle walls
shadows tango with sunlight
vibrations race throughout my body
shuddering like a leaf
a meteor shower
of onyx and cafe noir
the scent of clary sage
and alabaster
is the perfume I wear
feeding frenzy breath sounds
skin muscle bone and sinew
liquid caramel brown eyes
glistening rosy pink lips
eyes dilate as the levee breaks
Categories:
cafe noir, love,
Form: Free verse