A rainy morning
Impasse de Danzig
La Ruche
The gray morning light
On Candida's bare skin
My hand glides up your divine spine
To rest
Beneath an angel wing shoulder.
Heartbeat steady
My fingers memorize the eternity of your youth.
This touch will last forever.
I think___
The door opens
Her mother
Cafe et croissants.
Candida groans
Wanting more sleep.
I whisper
"Je revendrai avec le petite dejeuner.
Descend from the loft.
Bare feet
A towel around my waist.
Simone smiles
I say
"Elle dors."
Her mother smiles.
Her daughter safe.
I smile back.
Not as young as Candida
But not as old as now.
And Candida ever young on that day
April
Paris
1985
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