Valerie Deus

and when i saw you
i fell for your trees and blue skies
your calm bike chain lays in the garden
homemade dinners grows in the patio
taut, I shrugged and sucked my thumb

keys, wallet in the grass satisfies my sweet tooth

look and you won't see me
barely visible skim milk skin and silver moon
pied a terre behind the curtains
stroll by the small square
with stars and promises in pockets
our house in a postcard town

wander as I walk to  
creole street corner burn beeswax candles   
by the Stewart voodoo   moves to bebop rhythm
while we were walking
our palms fucking along