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Drunk after lunch

Poem Written on the Island of St Louis in Paris

we were drunk after lunch my love drunk

with rough red wine and each other and now

I ask what way of life could be better

what more could the good life ever bring

than this the water teeming past our island

our hotel room in this grey street

you playing recorder

our bed and the world it holds in its

pool of lamplight our little stove

its wandering fumes and our wondrous succulent feastings

we were drunk after lunch my love drunk

with rough red wine and each other and I

drunk my love drunk with you with your gilded

hair and your curving body

and your lisping

wanton mouth and the words it frames

wanton lisped lovely words framed

like invisible rosebuds

we were drunk after lunch my love drunk

and I hope that we’ll never forget it

but that all these several drunkenesses

will combine to make one memory

for we were drunk and they were always watching us

in the restaurant where we were always too late

for a meal but they gave us one

nonetheless

the boy with his homework

the father who had the best dishes

of all in the restaurant

the ancient frustrated dog

and as you swallowed your bread and your soup

your meat and your cheese and your gateau au rhum

I was drunk with red wine my love

drunk with it all drunk with you my love you

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