Blushed Romance and Foreign Lip-Lock

We sail smooth

runners iced and swelled,

in teas of black

with Chinese talk-talk.


Lay your hands on me,

such smoothness tickles;

my fuzz and temptations –

you feel.


It’s our room on

Boulevard Saint-Germain

where hush-hush is

our language of

blushed romance

and foreign lip-lock.


Les femmes de la noir –

tenez ma queue et tordez.


We watch the sky

and count the drops and

swirl our fingers over cups

and sculptured hair.


Saturday afternoons on

Boulevard Saint-Germain.


2012 Barry Comer


About Barry Comer

I volunteer as a design and communications consultant with Family Scholar House in Louisville, Kentucky, the Democratic Socialists of America and teach children with emotional and developmental disabilities. I have degrees in art and was an art director for 30 years.
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1 Response to Blushed Romance and Foreign Lip-Lock

  1. miguel says:

    Wonderful! 🙂

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