2013/02/10

Cafe Continental


Reflected saffron light
fragrant citrus
no acid bite to this kiss
only sweetness
lingering
between grain and nuts
grapes on the vine
leaves in the rain
you in me
around me through me
everything
that I dare not
open my eyes

Thanks to to The Mag

16 comments:

Helen said...

... magic

louciao said...

I seem to remember that bistro being on Crescent Street, just up from Ste-Catherine. Don't recall seeing you there...

Brian Miller said...

for if i do open my eyes...it may all just be a dream....smiles

Laurie Kolp said...

So romantic.

Hedgi said...

Oh, wow. I love the imagery

Kathe W. said...

lovely poem- so romantic!

Catfish Tales said...

Sweet and tangy...as fruit

Little Nell said...

Gorgeous!

Laurel's Quill said...

smiling.....

Karen S. said...

I too have eyes closed- after this lovely read!

Emma Major said...

phew, steamy hot that is

Theresa Milstein said...

Pretty poem. Works well with the painting.

Berowne said...

Striking, impressive and rather wonderful...

Sue said...

Yes, so as not to break the spell...

=)

hyperCRYPTICal said...

I can remember moments like this...

Lovely words - wish I was young again...

Anna :o]

Tess Kincaid said...

I love how you incorporated the yellow into your piece...lovely...

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