The Monochrome Experience: Over Our Hearths

Do you remember Pierre,
where we fall in love
at first sight?

Sure, Marie, on the street
with the convex mirror
that deformed also
the sense of feeling.

And we kissed each other
in that passage found in works,
where everything was very dark.

Then we went up
to a rooftop terrace
where we touched
the sexy tower
with our fingers.

Also, we spent
the night awake
in the mystic dome
discovering all
type of secrets.

Do not remind me that:
the next weeks
we called each other
on the phone every second!

I was waiting for you
on the balcony to see
how you got off the bus:
Marie, Marie!
C’est moi, Pierre.
Montez à l’échelle!

It was very romantic!

Yes, Marie, and then
le petit Yves was born
and we were going
at the Carousel ride
and the umbrellas parade…

Do you remember
the pinky umbrellas,
my dear?

Yes, Pierre, indeed.
They seemed to fly
over our hearths
in a slighting manner!*

(*) Photographs taken before the coronavirus pandemic