I wanted you to have something waiting for you in case you checked.
We just had a wonderful tuck-in and are now in Paris, France.
We have a window on the Left Bank and a large bath.
We have hot chocolate croissants and two cafe au lait.
I would kiss you now but your mouth is full of chocolate croissant.
I am admiring the polaroids of us lounging in bed.
Here you are wearing my underwear on your head.
And here you are reading Men in the Off Hours naked.
Remember when I painted you nude in the Hotel Stratford?
You were so willing and lipstick appeared on an unlikely spot in the painting.
I've decided to write a poem about our time on the Left Bank and this is it.
Do you suppose it was the inspector in the mystery we just finished?
Paris is full of mysteries, just as you are full of mysteries...
I am full of L'Occitane lavender lotion slathered liberally over my body.
I am awaiting spontaneous enlightenment from my guru.
You are no cold potato, zipping up, I see you.
You are no dirty locomotive, you are a sunflower, Sunflower.
I wanted you to have something fabulous superterrific in case you checked.
And so I've written these lines for you, L'Amour, sweetheart.
Just as Stendhal said, 20 lines a day, genius or not.
