I dreamt we got married last night
On a slow boat to China.
Drifting lazily down the French Riviera
In a Venetian gondola.
It was all inky twilight and Christmas tree light stars
twinkling through cotton candy clouds.
A cranky Victrola somewhere wailed out Edith Piaf singing La Vie en Rose,
complete with hissing and popping for vintage effect..
We ate Neapolitan petifors and drank Veuve Clicquot
while the breeze blew sweetly through my hair.
Along the banks, the crowds threw yellow rose petals into the current
and cheered warmly in foreign tongues I could not understand,
but they were smiling.
We laughed in low tones and lounged, heads in laps, staring up at the rice paper moon..
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