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 dripping lips.

The cosmos cease to exist and

we dissolve in the windows prism

disappear into a nomadic world

of lovers.

art by Tom Soillot

*Down and Out in Paris  and London

by George Orwell