Recollect, Colette.

Yes do so Colette.
That bank of the Seine.
Where we had espresso
Time and again.
Tarte aux cerises.
Accordian played.
I wore that old suede


And scarcely we noticed
One pain. (Unemployed)
Your ear rings so big
You turned like a rig.
But elegant yes
All the same.

The smell of fresh bread
The paintings ahead.
The poets reciting their heart.
The pantomime Guy
With white suit and tie.
Delights too many to name.


Couples passed by
And we coupled nigh
The evening our own
passion’s FLAME.


See the link…Leonard Cohen

https://youtu.be/Slo9oP5p36E