Lovers slip away to Paris,

each other to discover.

 

Bees skip flower to flower,

nectar to gather.

 

Lovers in Paris seek

cultural,

artistic; and,

culinary

self gratification.

 

Bees among flowers,

flirt with pollen laden kisses,

to nurture farmers toil

to fruition 

for nectar alone.

 

Lovers in Paris,

swig champagne.

 

Bees among the flowers,

sup drink of the Gods.

 

All things considered,

I rather be a bee among flowers,

than a lover,

in Paris.

 

What would you rather be?