A great deal of peace
The Western sunset offered
But lunch, what of lunch
I need
My heart
To be
As open
As it
Can be
So do
You so
Spot me
How the simple, flowered smock,
with strings for the shoulders,
hanging now on the door,
picked up from the floor,
could become such something
when
I grazed the seeming nothing,
I’ll never know.
I won’t date
But I wish to be dated
Date and time stamped on my very soul
The precise moments you tell me the future with loud eyes and quiet lips
The exact occasions my heart drops
As you hold open my door
Stand silent when I leave
Leap to your feet when I arrive
Offer me your coat
Light my cigarette