I could smell you-
Deep lilac aubergine
Of French cigarettes
And café au lait mademoiselles.
But you pay no attention,
To cardigan wearing Napoleons
Or tweedy, university profiteroles
Who languidly lie in display cases,
Desperately trying to ignore you.
But I smell your perfume,
And imagine my fingers
Tangled in your glittery drama Of hair.
Your candied lips against mine,
Safe and warm in
My little sidewalk café.