Lavender fields

Lavender fields

Smell of baguette invading nose
France dancing can-can on the mouth
The images of Provence lavender fields
Caressing eyes with purple brush in hand

Speak to me in French
Pulling the words like tiny gems from hidden pockets
Arraying on the plate, the tarts, eclairs, cream puffs
Attracting hands to pick it up and murmur in delight
Parlez-vous français? and answer ... oui , I am now

Beret on the side, eyes smiling slyly
Common cherie,you whispering in ticklish breath
Let's make love in those imaginary lilac meadows
Imaginary , are you sure, they are so real to me
I say oui again, inhaling the aroma of the tiny spikes

Everything material, the flowers
You, me amidst the giant bouquets of divine beauty
The peace never sounded as tranquil as grasshoppers buzzes
In orchestrating our secret rendezvous , slipping from memory
and back, confusing mind to look for border in between
Is it really that important?..i say non, merci cheri for you been here
Near me, understanding my capricious nature

by Margaret Gudkov