Happy she sits on my laughing shoulders
I hold her thighs closer while joy-fingers
Linger through my hair, combing and gripping,
The slipping touch of her words tickling my heart
And parts of us are held by memories again
Of when our hair was longer, as were the days --
We'd play and sleep on the old couch then slowly wake
To take our wine, crackers, and cheese to some
Unwelcome fast food restaurant where
Among stares and burgers we'd become slightly
Light-headed with the idea that this is really
Still a strange Paris cafe, should we go?
Mais non, there are the french fries, see?
Ah, oui and now as I carry her, she
Tells me another joke and still more
Stories and we kiss and laugh so hard,
So hard we can only silently shake,
Making me wonder why I never miss
Kissing these lips that shine with so much joy
J W Cooper
December 1985
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John W. Cooper