Even in winter I feel the hidden warmth of the city

I have woken up thinking of this abstraction as I often do

You have opened the large elegant windows

Which are slowly reflecting the thin blue sun into our large apartment

Breakfast is simple and is followed by Peruvian coffee

We both shower and float in strange perfumes of the sea

Before we dress erratically often changing rooms

You are by now wearing my favourite night coat

I admire this coat which you consider quite chic

My scruffy leather jacket torn at the sleeve originally belonged to you

But you exchanged it with me last summer

 For my pink Clipperton shirt and a Sloppy Joe

In an hour we will be meeting our friends at Colonel Fabien

Which is about twenty minutes away if we cut through the park