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.