Allons-y en France.

There’s no dragging me from my bed
at 5:30am when rain whispers on the roof.
Warm and dark, safe and quiet –
nothing but hushed droplets dancing,
rushing o’er the roof.
My love, turn off the alarm and
let’s stay a while,
huddled in the dry warmth of
soft cotton and naked skin
while the windows cry.
.
Let’s skip work today,
take a plane,
go to France.
We’ll drink rich expresso
at some off-color café
along the Champs-Elysée.
We’ll take goofy pictures
atop the Eiffel Tower;
you’ll be “leaping off,” and
I”ll pose like the nude sculptures
in the garden of Versailles.
You’ll tip the homeless violin player
in the metro 5 euros;
who the hell knows how much that is, anyway?
We’ll eat crèpes made by a
man with the white apron on the sidewalk,
filled with creamy chocolate.
I”ll laugh as it dribbles down your chin and
you’ll kiss me until we’re both brown and sticky
while the French snobs sneer at us and
think: “Stupid Americans;”
Althought they’ll probably think it in French,
won’t they?
We’ll buy tacky keychains and
tourist-y tee shirts from the
crazy black man on the streets.
We’ll see a dramatic Italian opera
in the grand marble Opera House,
then sing to each other the rest of the day.
We’ll ride the carousel with all the little French kids,
feeling stupid because they speak French
and we don’t.
But you’ll buy mme a flower off a young girl
with dirty cheeks,
and I’ll buy you a L’Arc de Triomphe shot glass.
We’ll board the river boat at night and
float around Paris on sparkling black water with
the rest of the tourists, listening
to the pretty lady with the red jacket and
the microphone
talk about Notre Dame in
English, French, Spanish, Italian, and Chinese.
You’ll buy me some cheap lacy lingerie and
I”ll buy you a flat black beret and
we’ll drink pink dessert champagne and
feed each other dark chocolate from
the shop across the street.
We’ll sleep in silky French sheets and
feel like royalty.
.
Deep heaving sighs.
That’s enough morning dreaming for now;
it’s 5:45, wake up, mon amour.
The rain has waned, and we must rise.