At the Love Museum Valentine

I remember Memory as being
A small restaurant just north
Of Turmoil and Joy

Down the hallway there were rooms

Where paintings of other restaurants were hung
And in one a woman who is washing her hair
 
We see her from the back
As in all paintings we see
Something from the other side
 
But this is a restaurant after all
And though she is naked and lovely
We order oysters and take them outside
 
For moments at a time
We are completely ourselves
The sun is shining so we order wine