Orleans '91 (XV)

"I have lovely friends," he sighed,
his head against a strange pillow
and then he had to turn the light on
to write this down

the grass and the stars and the sky
"the plains of conscious
the river of timeless
the sun of silence
love's likeness"

the moon of words
the moon of cheese
the moon of speckled perfect sunlight
"love's likeness (worn as if...)"

"I have lovely friends," he sighed
his head against une flushed bajoue
and he walked along La Rue De Tours
under the likeness of his love