Friday on a Monday

what you are to me

with your lips

telling me

yay us!

the world's alive

though marriage dies

though it may be winter

life warms up in a fogged-over car

you thrive on ferocity

your form a tiger

your energy dark and ascending

full moon with clouds

ferret within your soul

you told me how to live, it's no secret, ask and have, silly

don't be afraid, it's all here for you

so easy to take

be happy, find love

and at 1 a.m. on this Monday morning the darkness

hugs your pleasant message

in the shadows of my empty bed

because you're gone

ugh

are you dead or what

somehow I will kiss you

somehow I will touch your lips

maybe only in a dream

I will ring an echo of this desire

when I touch you again I'll print

a poem in your heart for me

but when I look at the 2 a.m. clock I remember what the fuck I am supposed to do and say and be

pretend to be a good boy with a tamed body and well-controlled needs

not a wild soul balloon caught up in the high winds of imagination

who felt your fingers untangling me from the branches of an oak

don't let me become an owl whose call

persists unwanted at 3 a.m.

just another fucking annoyance in a world of distractions

twisting your senses

don't make me the man who would

take away your Fridays

just remember that I told you the truth

you're the most beautiful woman I've ever known

I wish I could go on and on writing poetry for you, but

I am old and must move on, now it's 4 a.m.

if you ever want to go to Paris

please let me know

I hear it's lovely at dawn

lol