BREAKFAST, SOUTH OF FRANCE

The few brief days we spent together in the sun

A BRIEF BREAKFAST, SOUTH OF FRANCE

 

red and white striped table cloth

bedecked the ancient wooden table

in the ‘Garden of Ethene’

in Sette

 

 warm was the sun at eight o’ clock that morning

glinting off the ivy-decked, terracotta wall

across the glinting, glass and white pottery

as sat we down on the wicker chairs

 

a sip of fresh orange juice

zipped my mind back to reality

cleared of all wine sodden haze

reality was here with you

 

your image through that white, cotton dress

as the sunlight caressed your beautiful body

your n*****s stood proud and your buttocks

                          stood

 

I ate with hunger and eagerness for you

the coffee tasted good and like your body

just sour enough to be real

 

the smell of the black earth, and the lemons

from whatever climbed and filled the small, walled garden

could only chorus to your orchestra

 

 

 

 

 

overflowing with love and emotion

I could but sit and observe

relaxed and filled with your being

I made love to you over the cornflakes

and you responded over the orange juice

 

so much passion ran as to put to shame

any young couple, just met

yet we had met and parted some twenty years before

and met again. Well met !

 

 

 

Reviews

[elitheport]

Thank you. Very nice of you to comment
I love the south of France especially the Landuedoc area upwards.

[SkinlessFrank]

This is beautiful. I've spent some time in Montpellier (and Sette), and you capture the sensuality of love in that place in such a way that I can smell the sea and saffron.