Kite
The morning after the first night we made love the note on your pillow said good morning sparkle boy I'll be back around noon and you make your self at home and so I did maybe
I'm saying maybe I put on your slippers which were as comfortable as bunnies because they were bunnies and shuffled them across my new favorite hardwood floor to the bathroom where maybe I took a bubble bath which is not something I can do at my place because frankly my tub is way to skanky to sit my bare ass down in
And then maybe I got so caught up in the romance of the suds I started quoting latin peotry from my old college days like (speaks in latin) you know like verily the gods to favor me this morning
And then maybe I played with myself but its not what you thinking I'm saying possibly I just sort of stuck my hand up from the water for some reason and started going like uh like uh somebody got laid last night you you you or whatever
And maybe I played with myself and its exactly what you are thinking but if I did it was only to put the mental motion picture of our naked night together on replay and replay and replay so touching myself was like tivo in a way and yes I was still wet when I borrowed your bathrobe and I scared the birds away with my antics dancing full blast to your old prince cds but please lets keep that my little secret because nothing is as private as a solitary dance
Unless maybe its standing in front of a full length mirror in a borrowed pair of bunny slippers slipping off a robe and then wishing to a light bulb that my name or my game or my whatever was bigger wondering what kind of woman would want this skinny kid as warrior
And so I made for you a kite enormous from hangers brown paper bags and that masking tape in your kitchen and I hung it in your hall way so you couldn't hardly miss it and I tagged the kite with my words
just so you know my weird mind wonders and my brave heart brakes, I've nailed some mile stones but I make mistakes because I've got more faults than a map of California earth quakes. I'm taking a nap beneath your covers, wake me if you like me, wake me if you want me, wake me if you need another poem, your once and future lover has made himself at home