Heaven for life

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the night that we spent in the white

squeeking bed

the  matrass too thin and the pillow

leaking hundreds of  feathers

that night turned into morning

 

when there was light

you opened the window

 

as Montmartre awoke

entering the small room

sounds of cars  and  curses in French

 

someone in room number seven

was laughing out loud

as the feathers went snowing

down into the wet street

from our heavenly cloud

 

you stepped back in bed

in your eyes, there it was

in your whisper it went

in your arms it remained

in the feathers flying around us

we found it again

and again

deeper

in lust

 

the sunlight that shone on your skin

was our heaven

like the darkness  had been  our heaven that night

and your moves were the waves

and the tide of our ocean

the sea in our paradise

was salted with love

 

the time that we spent in the white

squeeking bed

in Montmartre

Rue Briquet

room number five

was our time in heaven for life

 

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entry for Jingle’s Thursday rally

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