What would we be doing in France?
Rudi asked, Go to Paris, I replied -
Go see the Louvre? he asked -
That depends, I replied
On whether you can make arrangements
What kind? – To make love in the Louvre
WHAT? he asked bemused, choked in
his coffee - In front of everybody?
Are you turning into an exhibitionist? – No,
I just don’t want to stare at ancient art, I
want to create living new art, all private
and alone in that sacred place
You’ll have to make arrangements… In
front of the Mona Lisa? he wondered
aloud, a strange new light in his eyes…
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