Somewhere between my foot on the porch
and your hand on the door
I remembered.
How steep the walls of the Tour Montparnasse appear
when you're just beneath it.
Ants in the shadow of industry.
Iron Sky.
I couldn't knock--I reached for the bell
you beat me to it
always one step ahead
with my mouth around your name
around the tips of your skin.
Your house is big with no furniture
endless floor and walls and floor and walls.
I carry the hard nights
they are deep and discovered.
You carry the joy
a matter of perspective.
Do you remember me as I am?
I lean against your empty wall
or as you wanted me to be?
You said we had to stop
meeting in the most romantic cities in the world
but flights to Paris are cheap
and The Palace of Versailles
it's candy
when you're not.
My toes stretch across the wood
I breathe in your space
the space between us
like I'm unwelcome.
You need somewhere to sit
or else more people to stand.
Let me
deny you
to understand you
wanting what isn't there but
I am your freedom
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