I dream what we’ll go out for coffee sometime
Licking cups, licking lips
You may be older, but I’m
Mature – I am star figurine of middle school
I barely know you but I’ll say that
We can marvel any day over
Words like “I” and “you”
Things half-though through by city lights
Sponge-cake a couple of wines with me
And maybe you’ll steal away my virginity
As my friends always said a guy like you would
I said you looked rather picturesque
You laugh while I sigh because, yes –
I’m a poet and you can still
Ramble off quantum psychics through
Sheaves of hair twice the length of mine
As we rant, trying to tick off time
Just to excuse to spend the more of it with you
We’ll feed the poor and dance in the rain
But that’s just me –
I give you formulated wild life
While you give me the puzzle pieces
To slam together for you
We wear all black and you say I’m a
Hater, a hippie – a gothic middle-aged smile
And I’ll brush your hair and say you’re mine
But you are older and I am trying still to figure
Out exactly where I belong,
Where I stand –
He speaks Spanish, but you
Are quantum coffee
Make me stumble or speak easy Fridays
Still, I’m falling school girl head over heals
In love with you –
Like a fly in spider webs,
The billows of your trench coat
Has caught me once again
And in this blackness
I settle with the warmth
That you may take me to that café
On the corner of nowhere and dreamscape
For a cup of New Jersey’s afternoon
Still dreary in my fantasies tonight
I’ll love you when you still know my name
