Eiffel...I'm In Love

Hands held transfer visions

of sunsets on choppy seas in 

Ireland; like glowing orbs 

viewed brighter on cratered 

moons in space. 

Kisses placed on lips like 

French music playing in Paris 

while standing neath the Eiffel Tower; 

triste never farther like 

ancient ruins to distant pasts 

that I can smile on presently. 

Eyes of bright teal like every 

sky I could imagine; changing 

hues in foreign lands and salt 

air that I can scarcely taste... 

Feathered visions placed like 

warm embraces and I'll never 

pine for anything more than 

what you place 

within my soul

Here is the place of all that is rare,

 beautiful, old, but classic 

The wind is flowing through me like a river 

coming through my hair 

Eiffel....I am in love