This is a poem of mine. I hope you enjoy it.
Le baiser de l.’hôtel de ville
Eyes closed
They see what
Matters in this—
The Kiss that started
The romance
The city of lovers and light
The honeymoons to Paris
Seen through the lens
Of Doisneau.
But do they mean it?
The Kiss could be
In the moment
After months of separation
Or maybe because Love
Demanded spontaneity.
But, do only they know?
If
He
Loves
Her
Photo credit:
Robert Doisneau
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