My love done flew away. I had something
and semi set it free. If it comes back I won’t
keep it…it’s on loaner from the owner. My man;
London pulled him over the sea.
Now he has to buy tight running pants. Maybe not
today, but he can’t look like an old fart jogging
through the park. Some girl with teeth better than
I dreamed, might see his fashion indescretion and
look at him with a question in her eyes. Why? But, tight
around his package and his thighs? Sigh. Maybe
there’s something in between.
Spring. And summer. I wonder how I can get through
without his touch, and his bedtime routine. Brush, floss,
Listerine even if he’s dead on his feet. Hygiene in his
sleep. Maybe it’s a sin, but I sleep with dirty teeth. Watching
him is enough for me. But London, that mother, now gets
to be his partner, friend with dental benefits. That big city bitch.
I’d like to switch. Sleep on his hard bed. Warm my towel
on that radiator. Take three flights down to walk on drizzly
streets. Take three flights up to be just me and he, he and I,
and wait for naked lady to return across the way and prepare
for another date…or bed. We’re unpaid spies.
Of course, this is all in my head which yearns for more. Time
and space. I’m still waiting, a pillow in his place while I lay
reading and longing. There’s so much I miss. He may
not be mine to keep, but I am his.