Watching her waltz

the corridors

of my mind is like

an unexpected vacation

to the south of France

---

Forgetting my faults

she opens the door

we leave the station

along the bay a

cafe in Marseille a

kiss a dance a

whirlwind romance

---

Watching her waltz

the corridors

of my mind is like

an unexpected invitation

to the shores of Nice

---

Veering the Vespa tween

cobblestone bounces

she announces

she’s mad about me or

the Musee Matisse

Either way we

arrive in one piece

---

Watching her waltz

the corridors

of my mind is like

an unexpected vacation

with no reservations where

late night conversations

feel like a cruise in a

love relation

ship