Vignettes on Bourbon Street

I never loved her more than I did on Bourbon Street,

The scent of spice and sensuality filled my nose,

I think it was her, the way she fit tightly against my side,

She was perfection in New Orleans, I loved her like

She loved the city, Big and Easy. Her smile tasted of summertime,

Her skin of creole libations, she danced in circles around my

Waist, singing laissez les bons temps rouler but she was much more

Than just a good time, she was my witchcraft, voodoo on my

Soul, it was something she’s done to me that can’t be forgotten,

She controlled my every heartbeat in the city of sin. We walked

Past storefronts filled with roux and file, my love for her

As sweet as the beignets from the café on the strip,

I watched her strip to the melodies of jazz and Saints fans,

I wanted to whisper in her ear, cher mo l’aime toi, but

I think she knew, the way she turned to me and caressed my skin,

Voodoo, she controls me still. Her kisses the only lagniappe I

Want in this city, she lays on my chest, breathing, humming

Sweet lullabies, singing laissez les bons temps rouler,

But she was much more than just a good time.

~ Kai Alexander Means