Poetry

Gustave’s Lady

I visited Paris once
Treated her fine
Took the time to
savor her dark espresso
very respectably
in a sidewalk cafe
yet she spurned me
as an insignificant thing
Just another foreign speck
with dreams of mounting
her Eiffel Tower and
telling everyone
how it was
I got halfway there
then changed my mind
From a distance those
long legs looked fine
but up close I feared
I would see worn thighs
from all of the guys that
took the ride
to the top
before me
So I never did
the Eiffel Tower
I only admired her
from a distance
Her elegant frame
still chaste
in my mind
Dressed in
alluring lights
Piercing the
night sky

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