Why don't you just come down?
We'll go wander the streets
Find some red wine
And Cammembert

Maybe we'll find a park bench
Where I'll draw up my knees
Close to my chest
And listen
As you tell me how funny
Canadians can be

Or perhaps girls -
How they grow shy after sex
And pull the bedsheets
To cover their nakedness

Oh and I'll laugh
Half-blushing through a coy grin
Only when the wine's nearly through
I might even admit
I've done the same

And when, in the thin hours of the night
Our gooseflesh turns to shiver
We'll walk back slowly - prolonging
And I'll sway my hand close to yours
In hopes you'll grasp it

Perhaps I'll spit out poor French
To impress you -
But you'll only laugh

And it will end like that -
Or maybe not.

Why don't you just come down?
New endings and beginnings
Wait in the night
If only we venture out
To fetch them