This one is just for You

You words

my words

seem silly, trite as

I think of recounting them

aloud

But they were not

those FIVE FALL WEEKS

we thought of what

it would be like to be

toGETHER at least

temporarily, initially

Your daydreams of

a twirling lady

my late nights, unable to rest

follow by spontaneous

early awakenings

Faux telephone kisses

wet and exaggerated

perfecting the sound

for you to enjoy

flirty words written

and deliciously

inappropriate silences

over the wires

I like the way you

looked tall and hurried

as you emerged from

your car

Eyes shielded by your

Serengetis and

your timid repeated

closed mouth kisses

as you encircled me

with your long arm

strumming my side

like I had a tune

for you to play

You were so polite

"Can I rub on you?"

"Am I smashing you?"

Yet you rudely woke me

boldly wanting to show me

proof

something tangible

powerful

Later I realized

I wanted you to ask me

those same questions

to seek me out

when I was 81 and

you 84

[presuming I'm given a small portion

of the longevity enjoyed by your lineage]

But you still

blew me away

the morning after

with talk of Japan

and footing the bill

over bacon and eggs and pancakes

and your "what ifs?"

prior to departure

And I wonder, will you

do you

grow tired of me requiring you

to spell-it-out

too impatient to wait

since you set

an early standard

of rushing to the place

where we're headed

[who am I kidding, I'd rush anyways]

This one year we've had

365 days

so few without words

one way or another

and prayers aplenty

spoken or thought

together and apart

Is it enough

to know?

Can we make it

to 81, 84 and

beyond

still wanting the comfort

of

each

other?