Tuesday, March 19, 2013


You and I, we met on a Tuesday night.
It was just a typical day for you;
For me though, our encounter shed new light.
Amidst the crowd, found that special place
Where we hear giggles; go in without a trace.

Here, I crave for what is in my reach.
Sitting in the corner with exclusive view,
I get to choose; his face is sweet as peach.
Between whispers and stares, we speak truth;
And I become Eve, tasting the forbidden fruit.

After some sinful flirting here and there,
At the break of dawn we are through.
You're a handsome mistake I needn't repair.
Sense my grin as I lit this cigarette?
Tuesdays got me smiling now, damn, I don't regret.

— Nicole Bataclan

Nicole Bataclan is a freelance writer based in Zurich, Switzerland. She is also the author of her own blog – The Writings of Nicole Bataclan, where Tuesdays first appeared. The Bar None Group thanks Nicole for her continued support.


  1. nice...some really cool lines in this...

    And I become Eve, tasting the forbidden fruit.

    ha, nice...a packed line that...and....

    you're a handsome mistake i needn't repair...

    really cool line that...

    nice write.

    1. Thank you for your comment!!!

      And thank you Mark for posting my poem!!! Makes me really happy! :)
      Take care,

  2. Hah - forbidden fruit, once tasted, often loses its charm...that said, learning (by our mistakes) makes us richer as people...erm, now where's that apple?

    Anna :o]

  3. Specially like the second stanza of the forbidden fruit ~

    Nice to meet you at D'verse ~

  4. nice..becoming eve...his face sweet as peach..such an original image...and smiling about anna's comment with the apple....ha..smiles

  5. Ha ..forbidden fruit is always sweeter but inevitably you will end up with a stomach ache usually from over indulgence:)

  6. very tasty poem! great flow ;) I think we all feel compelled toward that forbidden fruit.