Meet me in Paris,
you wear a rose
and I’ll whistle the Marseillaise,
I’ll buy us drinks
and we’ll talk about times.
Meet me in Paris,
we’ll walk the cobblestones
and fight off restauranteurs
until we find our place
where we’ll sit in soft focus
while pedestrians blur around us;
a trick with a slow shutter speed.
Meet me in Paris,
on the bridge where our love hangs padlocked,
meet me at the café
at the end of our lives
and we’ll drink one last time
and then tango into the after.
First published in ZineWest 2013, October 2013
Published in The Frequency of God, Close-Up Books, December 2017
