You: who wears glasses in the morning between newsprint and eggs,
old soft shirt slippers lips lap argue about how our politics are the same
a soft dance shift closer between breakfast and lunch a quick repast
music floats down the back side of the day as light slips up the wall
up the stairs white sheets shoes hair tangle breeze in slats kiss me now
arms a mess warm touching warm beginning and ending no middle.
I: have to leave with your smell on my skin brushing up against my tomorrows
with you in them, too afraid to touch for fear it shimmies toward dreaming.
quarter tank of gas country music traffic weaves into and out of thoughts of you
hand on face and heart beating my fear into submission, please accept my offering.
please me with your plans please take all i give then ask for more please don't stop
us:ually this ends in fire and crash blood letting and a choking sense of fatigue.
but we, us, you/i
can't we just go with flow and fun and forget about all that
makes something out of nothing but a drink in a dark club made out of sin; a blessing?
something that we thank for
something we live for
we love for