Chocolat chaud
Sounds like
Hat chocolate when
You say it in English
Taste like childhood
That and
Campbell’s soup
With grill cheese
My mom makes it
Just right
Snow angels
In the salty
sweet
Paris rain
We soak our feet
In puddles
Slippery
And sinking mud
The wind
Is not our
Friend
We are adolescents
Still jeune
Amoureux
Boxed lunches
In the cafeteria
You
Make me blush
Saying
My name
And I have no
Longer any
Tongue but I will
Sip you in
From the leather booth
In Café Lazare
Finding shelter
In the
Bathroom where
The toilet seat is cold
Sometimes
You taste a little
Better when
Your lips are cool
Creamy
Chocolate
And I am always
In my bed
Always in
My head.