Maybe we will meet by chance somewhere,
In a year, or two, or three,
Perchance in romantic Paris,
On a rainy evening,
In a café, gallery, or park,
And maybe we will talk
About painters, poets, and ourselves,
And then maybe you,
Being lonely, or sad, or dissatisfied,
(Because of the wedding band on your finger,
Or maybe because of the lack of it,)
Will want to show me something,
And this something will turn out to be
An imaginary portrait of yourself
Hung on a wall in your hotel room.
And as you gaze at it, drinking wine,
Leaving the imprint of your cherry lips on the glass,
Maybe you will not mind if I kissed your neck,
And nibbled at your ear,
And touched your denim thighs,
And maybe, having nothing else to do,
You will be kind to me,
And let me undo your blouse,
And unbutton your jeans,
And try to unclasp your bra,
And then maybe we will fall together,
And I will do to you what spring does to the winter,
And you will do to me what summer does to spring,
And we will hold on to each other
Like climbers to the precipice.
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Or maybe we will never meet.
Maybe I will die here, alone with myself,
And maybe you will go on living
Alone with others,
And all that we can ever call our own
Will be the speculation
Of what could have been
If the universe were favourably inclined toward us.
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Very romantic indeed.
Leslie
Ah…
Wow. I can feel the pain in your optimistic vision, and solace in the pessimistic one. Really beautiful
a seriously good poem.
I am impressed
Beautiful 🙂
Again; absolutely amazing. You’re such a romantic soul.
Yes, very dreamy and romantic. Nice, thank you for sharing it with us. 🙂
I wonder if you specifically write this for someone. Nonetheless, this piece is so brimming with romanticism!
For you.
I’m honored and ..well.. *Blushes*
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C’est maginifique! Brava!
This is beautiful. Especially the second part – sweet pain and yearning, defined.
You’re good at this.
But you probably already know that.
I believe this is one of the most romantic and beautiful things you ever wrote!
Words fail. Lips quiver. Tears form. Hearts stop.
Poor Jessica! Heart attack so young…
To die in the sweetness of your words wouldn’t be such a bad thing, Vincent.
This is breathtaking. Thank you for posting it.
I saw the first half of this post in my feed, and I honestly wanted to ask you if you ever felt cynical, or if you were always in a blissful european romantic state; but then I read through its entirety and I have to commend you on your brilliant way of tackling reality with a blissful european romantic style
Its just really nice aesthetically but I can relate to it so genuinely- its great.
I’m not sure what to say so I shall blush instead.
Hatted boy,with this one you are a boy no longer,you have come of age!
🙂 ı liked..
very nice poem….romanticism poured here full of tanks.
❤
Today, I went to the beach front with my kids.
I found a sea shell and gave it to my 4 year old
daughter and said “You can hear the ocean if you put this to your ear.” She put
the shell to her ear and screamed. There
was a hermit crab inside and it pinched her ear.
She never wants to go back! LoL I know this is completely off topic but I had to tell someone!
So romantic😍