She Is A Paris Night Poem by Joseph Narusiewicz

She is like a Paris night
Mauve dress in candle light
Ghosts bring whips of De Sade
Her smile like ballet on the Seines

Her tongue flickers from so much love
We speak of Baudelaire and bright paganism
High heels that have drawn blood
Champs Elysee bright like a new womb

Victor Hugo walks the West Bank
Dali is in her eyes of corsets
Renoir sits at our table quiet and subdued
Père Lachaise under the moonlight

She goes back to her mausoleum
I walk the fauve streets of dawn
Her words like the fog of a lost generation
She spoke of how she kissed Napoleon

She kissed me with her pale ice lips