Postcard From Paris

Kiss sabayon to berries,
butter to warm brioche,
bernaise to hangar steak,
licks and touches savory to sweet,
hold each other precious as our only truth!
Art fails us. Politics fail us. People fail us.
All we can do is pray for a bed
in a hotel near the Gare Du Nord
with love savage enough
we win back our souls
before departing
on separate commuter trains
into la vie quotidienne.