And I remember Paris
In the heat of eighty-nine
When the sheets floated like shadows
And our words tasted of wine,
When the streets all spoke in whispers
Hid their faces under oil
The passion of their children
Drowned by kisses that would coil,
And wrap themselves around the vine
That blossomed fruitful in the sun
Etched smiles upon the faces
In passing cars now all as one,
And I remember scented skin
Melting into sacred flesh
All the looks we planted there
Every sigh and every breath,
When all the pasts fell from our lids
And all the streets that led us here
Became the only things we ever knew
Like every smile and every tear,
And all the things within my heart
And everything within my hand
The traces left by word and touch
Like golden kisses in the sand,
And I remember seeing you
And all the things you woke in me
Like ghosts emerging from the cracks
To find the jewel they could not see,
And I remember Paris.
