Paris, 1930

I’d like to live
fucking forever
forever fucking
a nice endeavor,
A time traveler
with lots of flare
a new prostate
and perhaps some hair,

You and I could meet
in Paris
between the Wars
on some terrace,
You in a sexy
flowing gown
a well-known lady
around town,

Me in a suit
a snappy tie
no need to ask
where or why,
A street café
we’d have a drink
your dress, I think
would be bright pink,

We’d spend some time
getting to know
the places we
plan to go,
No big rush
got lots of time
for life and love
and foolish rhyme …