#2,472 She opened those shutters

She opened those shutters
on our dual aspect lodging
rooms – Marseille hummed
as her Mistral re-visited – in
one hour we’d fucked [& as
a pair slumped into sleep’s
still obloquy] – Our shower
spewed [almost] sea water
[too hot to remain under] –
Soon we were sat in a café
talking [again] about need
& disgrace – we laughed as
we counted all those dead
on one hand – triggered by
heat in Marseille – A ship’ll
swallow us [our grave acts
on land will depart France]