“We could not have helped it, dissolving

back into kisses, into resurrections,

sprinting like fawn and satyr to our room,

wishing the disdainful doe-eyed desk clerk

gone when, past noon, we’d stride out

again to gambol and ogle and gawk, eat

and drink, kiss and talk, our bodies opening

and flaunting themselves like two blooms

of hibiscus because we were in Paris, the city

set aside for creatures in our enlarged,

engorged condition—and time was ripe.”