45 Rue Héricart

Sometimes one needs to be aware of temptation...

The cobbledstoned alleyway leads to
the shadowed facade
45 Rue Héricart:
where scents
delight to draw you in,
where tastes designed
to tantalize your tongue await.
La Dolce Vita,
that bistro that Armand and Pietro frequent
offering words and secrets
in whispered asides
and smoldering glances
to entice and seduce you.
Captured by creme brulee
and cafe espresso, wrapped in
a sense of comfortable warmth,
fairy tales become reality
and you believe in the forever-after
of the sweet life.
Armand tempts with caramelized stories
of what might be if you...
and Pietro, well, Pietro
just gazes at you with those dark chocolate golden eyes
and speaks of fabled worlds awaiting
just beyond your fingertips
which Armond kisses and swears
you are as sweet as any delicacy offered
within the walls of 45 Rue Héricart.

Rather than choose between the two,
with greatest of difficulty,
you remember you were due elsewhere,
extricating yourself and head off,
down and around the corner where
the the sun shines brightly
and once again you remember the stories
of people vanishing within the walls
of 45 Rue Héricart.










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45 Rue Héricart,


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