Rendezvous a Paris...(Reminiscing on Melisey and Paris)

This afternoon I got lost in the nostalgia daydreaming about Melisey and Paris; the sights, the smells, the tastes, what i experienced and felt there...I firmly do believe that I left a piece of my heart in France.  Set to the backdrop of my Rendezvous A Paris cd from Starbucks, I began to read through the poetry and musings that my experiences and self reflection while in Paris/Melisey inspired.  And so I share with you know what my rendezvous a Paris et a Melisey inspired:

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Everyday I think of you

I hear your voice in every murmur in the wind

Your face appears before me in a stranger's smile

Your scent penetrates me even in your absence

Everywhere I go I feel your presence

your touch haunts me in dreams

I constantly long to be held in your embrace

to feel the grazing of your lips against my skin...

I fantasize every scenario I can place you in

where this ambiguity can find resolve-

When in travels I find myself wishing you were with me,

and I often mention what I see you'd enjoy

I keep seeking for your essence in everything that surrounds me--

I find it in the slightest resembling to someone else

I feel it in the warmth of a French sun's rays

I sense you in the velvety taste of my Bourgogne Pinot Noir

And I feel you in the steady rhythm of a southern France river

Then I think of you again,

I let myself go deep in thought

I let the images of your face carry me away

I take the liberty to indulge in the memories and nostalgia

I wander through the many unanswered questions

through the labyrinth of almosts and nearlys

I masochistically immerse myself in our lack of definition

and I soak in the unknowing of your feelings

The next day comes and I think of you again,

wondering, longing, seeking,yearning...

Living in a perpetual daze like state....

by, Nahyr Bracamontes

Little Blue Dress

The hours pour away

minute by minute they transgress

And here I sit dwelling on what could've been

regretting what never was

mocked by that little blue dress

There it hangs with illicit regality

defiant to the cruel turns of fate

It stubbornly insists to be worn

wanting to parade its elegance

and be gazed in the arms of its date

Remnants of a girlish daydream over come me

longing for what you clearly cannot provide

I cling foolishly to our stagnant ambiguity

seeking meaning in every last glance,

wanting for a slip in which you inadvertently confide

There it hangs with illicit regality

Defiant to the cruel turns of fate

It stubbornly insists to be worn

wanting to parade its elegance

and be gazed in the arms of its date

Now here I lay

mocked relentlessly by that blue dress

staring into nothing, drowning in melancholy

for how do I miss what I've never had

Feeling such emotional distress

mocked by that little blue dress.

by, Nahyr Bracamontes

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Part of me carries bits and pieces of you

My smile carries within your devious stare

my laugh holds the dimples on your right cheek

My skin retains your caress

my mouth preserves the taste of your breath as you held me that torturous night...

My fingers cling to the feel of your silky hair tangled between them

Every gesture I make mirrors a reference to you

Part of me hold ons to a part of you

you are a part of me

and I want to be a part of you.

My writing echoes your words

my choreography strokes brushes of your essence on the dance floor

My nose indulges in the remnants of your intoxicating scent

My body remembers the feeling of molding to your shape

My arms reminisce in the sense of your fingers grazing them delicately

My eyes twinkle with the fantoms of every quip, witty banter, and retort exchanged

Then they evolve to a seductive dreamy look as they recollect every last tease

My mouth preserves the taste of your breath as you held me that torturous night

My legs tremble at the memory of yours between them, interlaced timidly and tenderly

My heart beats profoundly at the repetition from the rhythmic melody left behind by yours

Part of me holds on to part of you

you are part of me

and I long to be a part of you.

by, Nahyr Bracamontes

So that's a taste of the inspirations that overtook me in Melisey and Paris...

Paris Je T'aime.