Two People in Seventy Countries

To be those two black swans

we saw whose beaks fully

embraced overlooking the Eiffel Tower

with no conditions.

Of those 70 countries, I love two.

Discuss the now

and possibly the future.

Amor, to hope

is subjunctive, a day

with yellow clouds and white

sun or black roses hanging

from a dome ceiling

like a chandelier, raining

garnet and topaz. So, anchor

my heart to your pacemaker,

moor my creole tongue to

your French tongue so we

can speak of hope, whatever

it may mean, translate our fate

whatever it may be. Intertwine

our bodies into infinity so we’ll

spend an eon even in the ashes.