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Car tu n'avais eu qu'à paraître, qu'à jeter un regard sur moi, pour t'emparer de tout mon être, from the libretto by Henri Meilhac and Ludovic Halévy (Poem by Wendy Howe ) She beckons every few hours -- an urge, a whirl of smoke scenting the terrace. As if lightly pencilled in, her languid shape evokes the ghost of Carmen swirling her skirts from one side to the other, smoker to quitter and round again. Her smile flares, each corner stealing its red allure from the toreador's cape. You cannot resist her song of pleasure as she turns and throws a blossom of embers, this hot bird-of paradise flying from her hand to your showered feet gleaming on the door sill. If you step down and scrape your soles on the cobblestone reaching for that token, her menthol hem snagged on your tongue, I will not blame or love you less as a man -- but understand how I am drawn to you. 
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Free MUSIC provided by It's not flirtation rolled up in bedsheets or Roman shades when the sun arrives; but a desire inhaled and matured to a passion (life long) I do not wish to curb or watch dissipate like the ache of prayer bells numbing slowly into twilight. ___________________________________________ Note- the above epigram in French translates to the following lines from Carmen's flower song -- "For all you needed was to be there, To throw a fleeting glance my way, to have full mastery of me." To know more about this poem, about Wendy Howe All Images & Poems (En) |
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