So you laughed - A sestina

Now I'd a dream we took a taxi through New York at night,
Stopping for nought but pizza, wine and perhaps a play,
And then a long romantic walk alongside the river,
Where you shivered, said you were cold, so I gave you my coat
And you laughed, a perfect laugh because it was snowing and late
And we had to catch an early flight to some other place.

Then we were really in Rome in some late night pizza place,
Where we would stay, drink wine, talk and laugh throughout the long night.
In the morn, with the sun at our backs, you laughed, said "It's late,
I am tired and far too drunk. This life feels like a play,
And I a happy actor in the main." You held my coat
Like a red flag for a bull, while we ran o'er the river.

We found ourselves in  Spain, on the banks of a slow river
Of which we did not know the name. "This looks like our place,"
I said. You laughed, a perfect laugh and then you took my coat
And threw it in the river. Because "It's too warm at night."
That night we drank too much Sangria, saw a new Spanish play,
Left early, for we'd a flight to catch and couldn't be late.

You longed to see the London lights at night. We stayed up late
Drunk on wine and talking Love and Sex by the Thames River.
When we saw the lights you laughed, said "It looks just like a play."
We walked with Dickens tired ghost to this quaint coffee place.
"Moor Eeffoc" we saw, wondered what had happened to the night
To make it strange and red and cold, for I had lost my coat.

In Paris, drunk on too much wine, we stole a rich mans coat
and ran. You laughed, that perfect laugh, said "It's far too late,
Paris is a moveable feast!  We can see it all by night."
We bought some cigarettes then we jumped into the river
Where I was Jules, you were my Catherine. We left that place
For we'd an early flight to see some old lost Russian Play.

We drank wine and fucked in Moscow but missed out on the play.
The night was cold, the snow was deep, you'd lost my only coat.
We stayed  in the bar and drank wine, then found this vodka place,
Where we sat, drinking and talking and smoking until late,
Before we had a moonlit walk along some frozen river
And lost ourselves in the strange and movie like Russian night.

So in that place we lived a life as if it were a play
For that night we drank wine, talked and laughed about my lost coat,
But it was far too late and too cold by that still river.