love ~ the gold light above the bridge where i sat
and watched the sun slip down the dome of the sky
love ~ the tree i sat under and felt those lies pour out of me
i want those clouds
i want that twilight to be my nightfall every night of the week
and the ocean to salt my nose when the wind's just right
the lip of that wet world kissing the sand rocks and port's mouth
oh i miss you, love, with your ivied brick and electricity
running through tunnels piss-soaked stairwells street venders
homeless men with pets buskers brusque crowds and close-buttoned
the college kids out getting wicked drunk the heavy wet ocean snow
the lines of electricity strung down the center of the streets for the trolleys
oh i miss you, love, all no parking and insanity for traffic
let me come home to your wake me up with strong coffee and
bolt for the train and how much can i get done in transit
the old bones in kings crossing under hand carved winged skulls and hourglasses
where i'd spend my nights sleeping instead of next to him
and those old bones whispering tourist visitors and how yes just how
america has changed since they were buried there
oh i miss you love
will you take me back into your expensive and good luck for me
i'm not so frightened now i've let go of that coat of
shiver and shrink and too shy
i've learned how to heal those old bruises
and better
to not get the new ones
at least not in those same old ways
i want to watch those thin smart one with flaxen faces
thoughts flying about them weaving new everything out of the air and their own bravado'd intelligence
i want to sip my coffee and shop at my old favorite knit store
and have cheap good shellfish and watch the sox from the cheap seats again
oh love ~ this poem has become epic, i know
i should edit it but instead i will leave it here sloppy
like the wet kisses of the teenage girl you make me feel like
when i visit you
and never want
to come back
to where
my stuff
is
again