XXLove letters

 

 

 

When love was the strongest hallucinogen,

It always is and it always will be

 

 

I was in the thick of business,

I hushed my romantic urge,

Like an ill-mannered kid it threw a tantrum,

 ‘Climb quiet stairs,

Wander in narrow alleys,

Don’t watch the world go by,

Invade  atmospheric cafes,

Don’t suffocate,

                                              Breathe’,               

One moment and I was onto,

The line wasn’t long,

I blessed my luck,

The funicular started crawling,

I rushed it ‘Faster, faster’,

 It’s not the off peak tourist season,

It was October,

The funicular waddled like a steel wind-up duck,

I couldn’t get over my dream,

I searched for explanation,

It made me sick in the end,

We called it a truce,

It stayed under the bed in the safe,

Or under the blanket,

‘It may mean nothing at all,

I’ll understand later how my dream will end,

Only if I return to the spot where my dream began,

‘Nothing’ is a sadistic word,

Fallen leaves smell!

What scent can be better?

They were babies just few years ago,

Trees grow and get strong,

People grow and get weaker before they go’,

Some steps and I was there,

On top of the hill,

I didn’t looked down,

I looked only up,

Height is the best food for suspicions,

It was a major tourist attraction,

‘Merci’, ‘S'IL VOUS PLAÎT’,  ‘Non’,

Babel of superstitions,

The Sacre Coeur was so clean,

It looked innocent in any weather,

The street musician sang ‘Hello, I love you’,

And ‘Let it be’,

I was balancing on his fifth string,

I faced a serious problem,

Like Doors everything was psychedelic,

It wasn’t a hill,

It was a huge mushroom,

I was on top,

My eyes pickles examined young men,

I was obese with all women’s vision,

John Travolta approaching me,

In a white three-piece Saturday Night Fever suit,

Lending me his hand,

I borrowed it and felt dizzy,

I tried to forge my thought,

‘Who am I supposed to meet on the steps to the Sacre Coeur greatest sinner?’

I was supposed to meet a brunette six feet tall,

Wearing bell-bottoms,

Everyone wore jeans.