A Children’s Lyric of a Different Kind

You wore no black,
No Silver buttons,
Miss Mary.
You tread lightly on the air
When speaking
&
Comfortably place your hand
Familiarly on my shoulder.
Welcomed back to a sphere
I have never really
Occupied.

Your tongue is gold
And there is no resisting
An offer to sit in front of
Black & White lens,
To “Kiss on the third.”

“Those are the rules”,
You say.

And I must…
Yield
To the sweet tooth encouraged
By the taste of
Glossed lips,
Which vault desires to under bed sheets,
Cause fantasies to chip away
Gentlemanly armor.

Each flash of light,
A breath,
Seizing thoughts of…
…
An arm around your waist…
…
Drawing you roughly close…
…
Fingers on your clavicle…
…
Gravity seducing your dress
Down to my ankles.

We are close
Until paper dries and you are gone
Or rather
I have to leave
Or rather
The open bar is closed and the party’s over
Or rather
We share much in common
Yet separate beds in life
Or rather
I’m not sure what you want,
Need from me,
If indeed
You need or want
Anything at all.

And so,
I will see you again
When you’ve finished
Gazing at fence-jumping
Elephants
Or I have the courage to call.

Know
I will be waiting
With silver to sew,
Down your sexy sway,
If it be
To your
Liking.