A long wait.

I knew of course
they’d be waiting for me
in a bistro in Montmartre
talking of existentialism
and Jean-Paul Sartre.

Drinking, I bet,
pastis with anisette.
I asked myself, “Should I go?”

But the night was young
and I was in bed with Juliet,
a dancer from the Moulin Rouge.

She had told me to stay
and I guessed that we would
go all the way.
So I gladly obeyed
and do not regret that I stayed.
© Luigi Pagano 2019

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Ha! This is a saucy read. Much enjoyed, Luigi.
Best, Gerald.


See my response in the morning!


It’s there, Luigi.


Fabulous! You, you silver fox you! 😉
A different style from what I am used to from you but one you have done wonderfully well.
Congrats on the nib.
Alison x


Ha ha, drinking in the Montmartre? Not only did you have more fun, you saved a fortune too
Much to like here, Luigi


Liked this very much. Unexpected rhythm and rhyme – and a pleasing energy to it. “I guessed that we would go all the way” is uncertain enough to want to know. And then we knew. Nicely done.

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