stitches come loose to show
skin
on the backs on stars
and shows an unnatural blueness
against the blueblood of your coat
the Parisian hot sun beats down on
us
a tattoo of rays blinding what
right it front of our eyes
bloody from the onslaught of
lies and truth comprised in
the telling
a cup of coffee in your hand
blotches with sparkled vision
the steam rising in wisps
crawling upwards like a
caterpillar
we are here
yet we are not here
in this French inspired paradise
with the sweltering sun
and the petite cafés
Je t’aime
you’re so proud
of the French you learned
that night in Calais
while we waited for the taxi
that never came
I’d tell you I’d rather
be in some country hideaway
that here
but you paid for the tickets
and wanted, pleaded so much
for me to follow
you know I can’t resist you
it’s not sane
but I’m loosing my sanity here
with the ache of home
ripping me out at the seams
Je t’aime
mon chéri
Je t’aime
but I’m dying
unable to breathe
as you smother
the ability to wonder and
dream
you’re the artist
and I’m the muse
you have told me that many a time
you need me
but I’m losing my sanity here
that can’t be valuable for either
for you or for me
stitches come loose to show
torn stuffing
from the inside of me
and shows an unnatural spread of darkness
against the blackblood of your love
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