Meet Me in Paris

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