wrap me in your
cobblestone cloak
tonight and caress me

with a sigh of fog
let the warmth
from your
swaying lamps

light my way
through another
uncertain night

from the valley of the kings
i can hear us
harmonizing
with frenchmen

dancing along
the sea wall

will you open for me
flood my fertile mind
permit me to crawl into

a pocket of memory
when we were all open
and i would spread

over his papyrus sheets
shucked for the taking