Up there

 Up there,

On the yellow bend of the parapet,

With my love will I sit,

Legs dangling down against the wall.

Red wine in crystal glass

And a red meat delicacy to devour

Laughing and talking, occasionally

Looking up, to smile at the bright moon.

Up there, 

Watching

With my love I will sit. 

Every balcony box

Laying bare

Its domestic thoroughfare.

We'll watch from up there -

Unwatched.

Up there,

My glass through my fingers slips!

Falling beautifully, measures a height

Of eight floors, dying with a muffled tinkle. 

"Careful! Lest ye fall"

Crack your frame and let the soul slip.

"Careful! Lest I lose,

To a fall from up here."