"You feel right to me," she said. "Like naked on cashmere." Atticus presents a daily poetry reading
Hidden away above two thin staircasesa bed, a desk, and bookshelf,a writer’s paradisethe rain would
We drowned out the voices in our hearts that our love had run its course,for this night at leastthe
Have you ever had a feeling there’s more to youthan the personeverybody else seesa person hidden dee
Go forth and conquer for the world is small and you are a giant and every stepyou takewill make the
To be honestyou scare meI’m terrified of letting you inof seeing myselfmore clearly through your eye
Her love came from deep withina calm acceptanceof who she was in the worlda quiet respectfor the fac
She flirted with lifeand life flirted right back with her, as if all the universecame more alivejust
We ran from beach clubs in rain showers drinking champagne from bottles jumping into pools in our cl
I want to know every part of you, every scar, every bruise, I want to trace the map of you, my finge
There we were making rhythmsJumping ahead of Earth’s own heartbeatSetting new times to our universeA
Oh no,I’ve had the slow murmur of a Paris thought,the kind that won’t leaveuntil well aftera month-l
"Paris in Spring” by Sara Teasdale The city's all a-shining Beneath a fickle sun, A gay young wind's
There is no safer place I knowthan tuckedin a cornerof a café in Pariswith a bottle of roséand an af
In the morningsshe taught me Frenchand after breakfast she would paint and I would writeand as the s
The way you flirt with ParisI am forgottenleft in the spinning blossomof your love—and all I can do
"Fourth Caprice in Montparnasse" by TS Eliot We turn the corner of the street And again Here is a la
Hello, and welcome to another week of Naked on Cashmere. This week, Atticus explores the theme PARIS
Poetryto meis stumbling in the darksearching forthe right wordsto describethe feelingI getwhen she s
“Acquainted with the Night” by Robert Frost I have been one acquainted with the night.I have walked
The sunset ragedin its gentle furya four-horsed apocalypsecharging toward ushuddled on a beachin woo
