let's tip over the eiffel tower.

you make me want 
to live precariously--
i love you like a mouth full
of wind & a street
lamp--
moth kiss me goodnight
again-- 
text me when you
get home-- i don't actually
think anything is going to
happen to you between here
& there but
i want to give you an excuse
to say you love me again--
i taught the rain to fall
like fingers on a
keyboard for you--
tonight i think we should
escape from time--
sneak past curfew--
we'll go when the digital clocks
aren't watching neon--
outside you can
railroad track balance with me--
i'll teach you what
it's like to steal corn
& throw the kernels like
unsprouted stars--
we'll follow the rivers through
all the cities we want to make
our own--
the places that exist  
only as ideas--
no one actually lives in new york
or london--
they only walk through
their frames in the paranormal
enterprise of making
the ground seem like home--
we'll end up in paris--
knock over the eiffel tower
just to use it as a close pin--
hang up the clothes wet 
from swimming-- wear
bathrobes like polar bears
& drop quarters in the Seine 
like a wishing well--
i don't tell you but i wish
one of the bakeries was
open so we could use their kitchen
to make enough 
petite fours to float home
on-- 
what do you know
about the water & how it's always
carrying you somewhere--
i don't speak french
but you tell me that in
paris even the bugs at night
tell stories about the
girls who knocked over
the eiffel tower
just because they loved 
each other--
i laugh hard enough 
to become a moth again--
the sun pulls us back
outside my house
only now the street lamps
are useless--
we don't tell the clocks 
we learned how to escape them--
we keep it between us--
set the eiffel tower back
on her feet--
kiss her legs-- tell her
we think she's beautiful
& only beautiful things
fall over so easily
when the moon is too
much like a light bulb
& someone once
more has escape past
the curfew 
of time.