“Lady, revisited”

We have done it again.

Five minutes filled in our palms and

Dissolving in salty mirth--

It glistens on the Tour Eiffel

To shatter in Atlantic waters.

My breath--

Bouncing from my lips

To a spot four inches from my mouth,

Like chaos in three seconds.

I wonder if you feel it too--

Along with the double scent of greened mints

And blackened joie de vivre

Mixing in plein air.

My bitten fingers find yours

In a world of pallid whites

And pained rouges--

Once touched or maybe never again.

We are the enemy of the Elbe Marshes

But lovers of les Alpes

Misty nights and days, but

We will never forget those lights.

Now I am become Lady Lazarus,

Eater of men.