oh paris
paris is very alive
but it’s a secret
it’s molten gold
behind each window open to the nuit
shimmering like the tour
on the hour
in a private way
in the sly smile of the mona lisa
alive in a personal way
like children’s stickers underneath the soles of each high heel
the pleasure, the richness of cream coffee
the crunch of bakeries
is hidden into minute moments
its not swooping, overwhelming
its slow, captivating the shy
alight like a virgin, unignited
its all hidden inside, just beyond the flesh
inside the walls
and the quiet laughs
not obtuse or blunt
just swimming and pure
enough to warm the
surfaces of the whole city


About drunk with magic

Bonjour! Je m’appelle Maya Joy. I am a recent graduate from the University of California: Santa Cruz. I currently reside in San Francisco, California, where I work, study and create collections of art works (among other things). I have great interest in writing, painting, drawing, reading, dancing, physics, Eastern thought, photography and more! If you have any questions feel free to email me at:
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