Return
I
n
e
e
d
to.
j’ai
besoin d’
return to the
sweet acridness
of cigarettes
and lingering
diphthongs
displacing
my tongue.
insisting on.
reverberate,
forgetting to
sound cohesive.
metro stations:
veins and arteries
allowing the life-
force of a city to
flow freely through
cobblestone paths
along the Seine.
arches and arches:
brilliance captured
in gothic angles and
kaleidoscopic lines.
piquant merlot,
fermenting, twisting,
dance among chapped lips:
quenching not thirst, but lust.
truculent breeze superseding hair: collecting
tar, exhaust and an elevated awakening. virility.
alleyways and street vendors run laps around my
consciousness: 9:00 iridescence:
illumination of the senses. awe.