Remember Paris When    
 
Remember Paris when
  we walked alongg the boulevard.
It rained and we ran into the cafe
  where the fat waiter with oily hair and thick moustache
   brought us strong, hot espressos with lots of sugar.
 
We sat holding hands and watched the foreign blondes
   making eye contact and smiling at the bar tender.
A pout would often get them free drinks accompanied
  by furtive glances as phone numbers, written on
  match boxes, were secretly exchanged
 
The rain stopped and we continued down the street,
   looking for an empty, dark doorway to curtain
   our first kiss -- our first moment of delight!
 
Sometimes we met at the water's edge,
   under the bridge, away from spying eyes.
You said I was your conquest, teased to reality
    by lips brushing my cheeks
 
I close my eyes....
   the taste of onion soup,
   the smell of strong, unfiltered Gauloise cigarettes,
   the small part with the large trees and cobbled
   street that let to my attic room....
 
I am there with you.
 
     Like scenes from an old, forgotten film,
 
         I hear you say again, "Je t'aime!"

Monique Buchberger's questions:

1.  What do you think of the structure?

2.  What works in terms of imagery?

3.  Are there verses that need to be expanded?

4.  Any suggestions on tweaking?