Intentions

Walking the water in Annecy,

The leafy mane of watermelon radishes hanging from your bag.

            A city on canals, high amidst the French Alpine skies,

            I dared to fall in love.

            It’s hard to discern the yearning

            My stomach feels

            Between the portrait of you in my grip,

or the smell of yeasty loaves of

            Fresh bread from the ovens as we pass by

            The Bakery.

            I wish we had time to stop

            For a baguette and some slow-churned butter,

            But you keep walking faster and faster.

            Those legs though, they go on forever

            Strident and strong.

            Your hair swings, and you turn to spot me.

            I put my head down but eyes subtly up,

            My cheeks are flush

            With endorphins, I can’t control myself.

            You maneuver into a building

            With a weathered yellow exterior,

            And framed with magenta florals.

            I see you frantic,

            And talking to the policiere and pointing at me.

            I keep my head low and continue

Walking the water of Annecy, France.