Friday, April 18, 2008
Antwerping
Your toes against me moved,
your "best feet." You were told.
Morning herald come
along wearing shades.
My window open all night.
Heels on the cobblestone street
and I can't help but looking.
Down to the plaza and someone
drinking coffee, unfolding a bicycle.
Your best feet against me moved.
Heels on the cobblestone streets.
Not finishing upstairs,
walking alone with frites.
If you weren't the only one of record.
