Euphoria

                                        Euphoria

But you were so beautiful

with  your long black eye-lashes

like a girl’s

and your Parisian French,

that night in Stockholm

“I am a pied noir,”

you said

“from Casablanca.”

We drank wine

and smoked hashish

one  long euphoric kiss

hitchhiking to Switzerland

in Germany we seduced each other

you were Jewish

a little shy with the Germans

in a chalet by the undulating Rhine

awakening to the tinkling of cow bells

so happy, my choice seemed so apt

and on to Lausanne 

bliss unending or so it seemed

or so it seemed

kisses sweeter than Liebfraumilch