I wanted to falter you on the sunset.
I wanted to fall to you, white plastic swingset.
I wanted to fall to you.
An attempt at the last ledge.
I wanted to fall to you.
I wanted to climb to you on the moonrise,
At the top of a flame building, into your
blue eyes across from the reservoir,
under the white bridge.
Rumble.
The train passes.
Go lose it.