The streets are empty
The crowds have taken shelter
A soft chill lands on your skin
Quiet sounds fill the air

Paris in all its majesty
Has fallen asleep

After taking in the Tour Eiffel
The Notre Dame
The seine
The food
The lines
The louvres

I settle into my bed
Unsettled

Paris is sleeping
Yet you are awake
In my mind
On my skin
At the tip of my tongue