we sat together
you and i
sharing one dozen
chocolate violets
on a crowded sidewalk
of the grand’place in brussels
stopping traffic
and losing one another’s faces
behind his dusk-hued legs
and her lust-rouged hands
while we licked
our violet-smudged fingers
and sought out one another’s eyes

and somewhere behind us
a pub door swung open
and for a few seconds
there was the voice of moby
uttering so solemnly something
about the sky breaking

and we looked at one another

and we cried
and we laughed
until we were crying again

and when morning came we were still there

and we drank the steel-blue sky for lunch

and we ate raw alligator for dinner