Painting..

Writing prompt : to use these 5 words….. Antoine, impasse, century, Montparnasse, espresso……

The River

Her beauty was a picture that could not be unseen

Oblivious to his eyes, she painted so carefree

Pont neuf, the oldest bridge in Paris, it stretched from east to west

For her the bright days painting, brought respite until the sun set

Cheerful in her creations the Seine was like a friend

The calming waters ran and flowed and she did not have to pretend

Just a simple girl, happy in her art

But night-time she would transform when dancing in Montmartre

And he a man of finery, a noble man no less

An 18^th century revolutionary, a pioneer, a chemist

The discovery of oxygen and the role it played in combustion

Antoine Laurent Lavoisier a scientist, a husband, a humanitarian

While pondering Yvette the river running into the Seine

His goal to make the water pure for the Paris citizens

Is where he stumbled on the bridge, stopped dead there in his tracks

This beauty was a goddess unlike his wife in Montparnasse

He stood and watched her patiently as she packed away her paints

Then slowly he approached her and asked if she could wait

Excuse-moi mademoiselle, bonjour enchanté

May I accompany you across the bridge and join me in the café

I watched you paint the river Seine, a beauty you must show

Let us sit a while, talk, and drink a small espresso

Well taken aback she was for sure by a man of such standing

To want to acquaint with the likes of her was really quite confounding

Yet obliged she did, with a little wry smile, and indulged him in his quest

They sat and talked a little while quite content to be his guest

And soon the days and weeks passed by and here they would rendezvous

There was no denying the chemistry that charged between the two

And so it was inevitable that lovers they would become

And enjoy the flesh of the other despite where she came from

Oh, noble man he was a fool so lost in love and lust

With this courtesan upon his arm as day turned to dusk

And neither one could step across the river of such divide

An impasse, then they must submit, had stalled them in their stride

And so it should be noted that a parting must be done

For she was only decent, when painting in the sun