Dans le 12ième

**Place de la Bastille - Paris, France - Copyright 2011**

At Bastille, Cigarette smoke enrobes

Me like velvet on the quiet breeze

And the light danced on this very page as

I dreamed

Of your smile - the look on Your face

Just before you kissed me.

Kissed me like I've

Never been kissed before words exchanged.

My head held gently in your

Arms embracing me like

Never before letting me go.

And the fire in your

Eyes only added to my own.

Lips flash in the same dappled

Light, you reach for my

Hand holding it on your

Chest - the grass blowing gently against my

Arm on this same breeze.

Sheets fold softly around our

Bodies still quivering like Guitar strings

Singing the final

Chord to my favorite

Song.

And nobody so Beautiful had I ever

Met in perfect Silence expressing the

Inexpressible.

10/08/11

-Ryley

Copyright 2011

"You are Loved. All is Well"