you are usually left-handed but I can tell you feel
all right, right about now

you are generally in my top 20 picks for people to
think of today so

I'll think of you.
and as I do
I'll expect you to
think of me
and you-and-I is
relative to
our position
on the map

but don't let that
affect the way you
think of me

let every smile be the kind
that melts into the face like butter,
spreading  itself in the heat of
this moment.

but most of all, I want it
on your
lips.

I have taken to taking each moment
with you
and trying to
put it into
words, but
you tend to
distract my pen
to the extent of just drawing
on you, on your back and
then abandoning that and just
holding you,
folding you
into my pocket,
I carry you,
through my day
and I dare say, you
carry me too.

Sooner or later, you'll have to get up early
to pull the wool over my eyes.
Odds and ends
by fits and starts and
honest as the day is long
(honest until the dark deepens)
like a blind girl in a dark room,
light music can lead you to
a pool of enlightenment, but
can you not taste the sweetness
already on your tongue?

I watched them
swaying
hip to hip
in time to
the
music.

And what was the picture above the door?
A cupid or an angel,
pointing his bow and arrow
and I was so jealous
of him.

I was so jealous that there wasn't
a picture of me

any
where.

better a truck stop
waitress
with platinum
hair and
pineapple earrings
than living with a
corpse.

maybe you're right
maybe I was afraid
maybe.

but you were so afraid
of being
wrong
that you didn't
make a
choice.

I see you and my eyes are
caves seas oceans and breezes and
the wind is shifting my
disposition my
gaze, following as you walk
on your way and
don't stop
to say
hi.

Fine.
I will be glad to open your eyes
another
day.