cautiously we walk on
a snow swept sidewalk.
Safe inside, your arms shield
me from the chaotic traffic.
Steadfast against you
I fixate on your impossibly sexy voice
discussing *Down and Out In Paris
as I surreptitiously slip into the
mind of left bank female poets cultivating
anarchy in your adventurous ear.
At our favorite café you order tea
and hot cocoa for me with thick cream
that you lick from my lips.
The cosmos cease to exist and
we dissolve in the windows prism
disappear into a nomadic world
art by Tom Soillot
*Down and Out in Paris and London
by George Orwell