09.03.05 8:43 am

the last two dreary september days

flashes of memory keep revisiting me throughout,
breaking my concentration of deadlines and doldrum
data entry balancing stacks of paper, figures and
phone calls and all of it so droll

compared to

your eyes staring into my eyes staring at your face
hovering above my face, the lilt of your smile and
those dimples to dive into as you dive into me and out
and i inhale the smell of you mingled into me, the
slide of skin against my skin, your lips on my lips
and the

phone rings and i answer, seeing instead

you sitting across from my eyes staring back at your
eyes, you lift a smile in an amber glass, your lips
intoxicating, fizz slides inside, the brush of fingers
on my fingers

intertwining as you show me my town through

those eyes appreciating sunrise on my front porch the
lilt of candlelight through windy tree sway, the air a
breath on my neck and i can feel those lips sliding
across my

music

in my office swirls the ceiling tips a cyclone of
metal guitar drumming the keyboard of my pc until it's
time to catch the bus where

you

sat against where i sat, you reading mac books and me, the
stranger, to catch a night game of fat tire, aristocrats always the victors and garcia breaks another string for

we

two chasing moonlight into sunlight into bedsheets into your skin against my skin and i toss across the cool and empty

september bed.