a fragrance of freedom swept through the boutique hotel, you’d fallen under a luxurious spell, playfully musing over foreign tongues from the ledge our mint window rungs
silhouetted strangers, so close, yet so far navigate the old town’s ménage, of cafés, corridors, and bars iron lanterns glow, guiding their ways back from the Baie des Anges’ harbors and quays
murmurs meandered over rose and champagne other lovers would love, but never the same silence fell outside our french shutters, enchantments possess, Mediterranean summers
then, there was but a whisper, a simple hush in the dark, before I felt your familiar touch, sea sparkle glimmered, in your Riviera eyes, and we were careless, with youth’s immortal lies
