you and i
sharing one dozen
chocolate violets
on a crowded sidewalk
of the grand’place in brussels
stopping traffic
literally
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
