Wide-eyed

Much of this time spent
Has been without you.
Spent out of reach of your
Hands and shape.
Too Far for your spirit to
Fill the dark and sluttish
Corners of my mind.
Too much of this time
Has been conjuring hope
As if wringing
Arid sand
Would yield water to drink
Or walking in a straight line
Would disguise my tracks.

Too much looking
Over my shoulder
Beneath stones
Through oakum
For clues,
Directions that lead
Nowhere
But to the growl
Of sex in my belly.

Wanting you
To get on a plane,
Escribirme de inmersión de lengua y amor,
To be my queen
In reality
With hair dyed the color of your fancy,
To want children,
Leave your married boyfriend,
And your open husband.

Most of this time has been spent
Yearning
Even while in your presence.
Waiting on specters
And twilight.

To much
Of my time
Has been spent.

Wide-eyed