MIRIAM AND PARIS AND STUFF.

It's Paris
Miriam
says to me
looking out
the window
o the !oa!h
her "erume
tending to
o#erwhelm
my senses
$eside her
her inger
"ointing
at the sights
as we "ass
the %iel
Tower thing
lit u" loud
isn't it
wonderul&
she e'!laims
(ust to think
o artists
who on!e li#ed
and worked here
Pi!asso
and )an *ogh
and writers
like Miller
+emingway
Mar!el Proust
she "auses
looks at me
and who else&
what "erume
do you use&
I ask her
(ust some stu
o my Mum's
she ga#e me
she answers
well not ,uite
ga#e to me
I kind o
$orrowed it
the other day
while Mum was
out sho""ing
I study
her "roile
her snu$ nose
rosy !heeks
rose $ud li"s
the slim ne!k
small tight tits
she has tons
o "erume
she wouldn't
miss any
Miriam
rattles on
is it good&
enti!ing
I tell her
she smiles wide
looks at me
"arts her li"s
mo#es her tongue
o#er them
%-ra Pound
was here too
I tell her
the "oet&
she asks me
that's the guy
wasn't he
a as!ist&
I guess so
$ut he wrote
The .antos
her li"s !lose
she turns round
Paris/s so
romanti!
she utters
I lean !lose
$reath her in
the "erume
in#iting me
to drink in.