The Eiffel tower in June -
Alex said his yes
Handfasted to either hand.

"Now," said Parker, beaming,
The foie gras intact.
(One Eliot shrug. C'est la vie.)

She dove, a hawklined dove,
Her whoopee a suncry,
While their hearts sipped vertigo.

(Miles and miles away Sophie
In a new gold ring
Closed her eyes in sympathy.)

"Next stop, Everest!"
"Never ever." "Shush, brother."
Heartbeats soaring still.