One of my all time favorite poems, by the wonderful French poet Jacques Prevert, found as a ripped out page in an old journal I unearthed last night. How happy it made me to find this.
"An orange on the table
Your dress on the carpet
And you on my bed
A delicate present of the present
The coolness of night
The warmth of my life."
...or in French. Just to be sexy...
Ta robe sur le tapis
Et toi dans mon lit
Doux présent du présent
Fraîcheur de la nuit
Chaleur de ma vie."
ahhh......I wish I were in Midi-Pyrenees having dinner at a small cafe, outside, with the man I love.
