Bisous (Kisses)

Merci mon ami, mon chérie

You explained, accented, the difference:

Like ‘honey’. A music rolling off your tongue

Effortless bisou caught between our bodies

Until I mimicked your words one time

too many. You pleaded please don’t

Pourquoi? I apologized yet

yearned to repeat those Rs sliding

through your mouth

And the reflection at the bottom of my tea

isn’t nearly so neat as your whimsical murmurs

vienne, vienne and calling my skin sweet.

Our sun sets as it does– coucher de soleil

and in three weeks, what will I have to show for this

besides cool fingertips tracing my memory,

lilting phrases jumping hoops in my head?

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