French Quarter Voyeurs

eye-to-eye we wandered
in and out of time
thigh-to-thigh we sauntered
everything was fine,
up and down the sidewalks
we trod the ancient brick
past the alleys grilled and dark
the streets were wet and slick,
we stared in total wonder
at the antiques windowed in
tired and sweaty runners
our heads were in a spin,
n'awlins is a city
we didn't get to see
just the old French Quarter
on a lovers spree.
1988