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We walked, twinkle-toed, on the night's hush
A ‘Sherlock Holmes' deerstalker capping my skull
And the red Che-star on your beret (left of centre):
Hand in hand
Finger looped to finger
Lips twinging from a freshly chiseled kiss
Hopping o'er garbage, heady streams of urine,
A scrounger coiled under his sheets or perhaps just
A stiff tumor of concrete on the walkway;
Our hearts inching to the euphoric haze
On the edge of the pier of the final port
From whence select souls were trafficked to harmony;
Suddenly a shriek from a ...