I Remember Vincent - Poetry - http://maxpages.com/adriano/I_Remember

I remember Vincent
In Paris in the spring
The sparkle of his buttons;
I recall the damnedest thing
How his coat black as midnight
was kissed with tender dew
At a moonlit garden cafe
on a Paris avenue.

I remember Vincent
and his cool unwaivered stare
How still he sat there with me
As if he and I were solely
the only people there.
How his mauve lips seemed to smile,
the crispness of his scent
and he seemed to be an angel
that was surely hellward bent.

I remember Vincent
and yesteryear once more
as if it were a moment ago
instead of years before.
How his ebon hair caught the moon;
his eye reflects each star.
When I remember Vincent
those days seem not that far.

Yes, I remember Vincent
and his chilling hot embrace.
How his cheek prassed soft against mine
as his lips caressed my face.
How his long and nimble fingers
ruffled through his silken curled
raven bleu kissed tresses
as soft as any girls.

Ah, I remember Vincent
and his eyes the hue of jade
as they danced merrily
to the music that we made.
How his chest pressed against me
as he held me close to him.
And the very fragrance of him
caused my head to gayly swim.

How I remember Vincent;
the memories are crisp
of how he brought me to him
and my throat against his lips.
The way I drew him to me
'neath a haloed midnight sun.
Dancing a lover's dance there
we seemed to meld as one.

The taste of blood, of bitter wine
and the fullness of his scent
This is but a fragment of how
I recall Vincent.
As centuries pass and lovers fade
(to him none of which compare)
I've no doubt to confess now
his memeroy ever shall be there.

For I remember Vincent
throughout worries, woe and strife
how that charming little devil
savored on my very life.
In this final note of parting
as my words are finally spent
Ne'er doubt for a moment
that I remember e'er Vincent.

adrian@iglou.com

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