Poems: Bougival

Bougival

his face intent, hers demure

a glint of her interior smile

as he yearns toward her

her face turned aside beguiles

in the dance two are unified

red bonnet brushing his cheek

hand pressing, enfolding her side

swirling together in love’s mystique

a posy of violets at her feet

them equally soft and intense

him leaning that lips might meet

us watching left in suspense

Although revelers revel near

drinks at the open air café’

our dancers do not hear

the outside world is miles away