by Donna Bamford
But you were so beautiful
with your long black eye-lashes
like a girl’s
and your Parisian French,
that night in Stockholm
“I am a pied noir,”
you said
“from Casablanca.”
We drank wine
and smoked hashish
one long euphoric kiss
hitchhiking to Switzerland
in Germany we seduced each other
you were Jewish
a little shy with the Germans
in a chalet by the undulating Rhine
awakening to the tinkling of cow bells
so happy, my choice seemed so apt
and on to Lausanne
bliss unending or so it seemed
or so it seemed
kisses sweeter than Liebfraumilch
** Thank you to Donna for allowing me to repost her poem here. It immediately seduced me.
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