intellectual demeanor and 

deep talking about politics and modern culture

Making love with the windows open, as the wind blows accordion melodies from the boulevard and

it's so cliché but

he studies philosophy, you study art and

smoke of cigarettes and red whine and

taking a train to Provence just to buy a bunch of lavender flowers, 

oh summer is so hot in France and

l'etoille and les années folles di Montparnasse and

post-its on the fridge that say bonjour mon amour, but

he is erratic and polemical, you are standoffish and indecisive

with your black beret

you bite your red polished nails and

he kisses your red stained lips while

the cafès are always so full of tourists on the rive droit where

you can see the whole city from Montmartre

until the rain starts to pour

and you think your heart may be fixed by the way he whispers je t'aime

while you walk hand in hand through le champs Elysee