So I'm in Paris. I should have been writing to you from the beginning. By now the nuances and details I so enjoy documenting have melded into overall impressions and feelings. I regret not having rushed back to unload those tidbits, but I felt the need to absorb. There is just so much to absorb. I'll go back and tease out those intricacies at some point, they're too good not to share. For now, my first impressions...
I'm falling for Paris, no surprise there. But I didn't imagine she'd fall, too; that she'd treat me with such favor, revealing her inner most workings with such ease and pleasure; that she'd offer up her best people, full of warmth and a desire to share, to exchange; that she'd literally call my name in the form of a chamber choir singing into the rafters of the Notre Dame.
There is mutual attraction here, the letting down of guards, desire satiated and renewed yet again. I am humbled, stimulated, exhausted, yet wanting more. Like laying next to a new lover, two heads sunken into one pillow, depleted of energy yet unable to relieve heavy lids. Out of a need to stay connected, out of excitement for what's to come...
Hosanna in Paris by Zana-DO
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3 comments:
That they sang out your name is really funny. Never noticed that connection until now.
awww as always your writing just gives the reader the sense that they are with you. Thanks for sharing woman!! It is because of you that I can pretend that I am there too!
how sultry and precious your words Hosanna! i was hoping to see some images or hear from you in this way so thanks for writing...hugs!
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