Chocolate fish

We tour the chocolatiers,
I on his arm enchanted by Easter.

The magnolia trees
hold back
some mention of death.

The Jewish quarter, quiet as a bell
but for a fishmonger and a busker
sweeps faces clean as slabs.

Wrist deep in nougat, mallow milk elephants
he found the chocolate fish
king amongst milk signets.

On the aeroplane
I hold it steady between my ankle bones
hope the mandibles will not melt.

The plate fin of the plane
skin serrates the boullibaise sky
slides us fish eyed out of bucket seats.

Caviar clouds clutch
the spiny strangers
we are anenomes fearful of falling.

Awaking my mouth is kedgeree,
my limbs thick rollmops
when we slam down in one.