a lover's musings

let your hair fall

down on your back –

long nights of

cigarettes and

coffee-stains on

our clothes

(bring them by

my place tomorrow

you say

i will clean them

for you.)

you need to rest

now though.

put your

slim, soft, young

bare body

between the sheets

and i’ll go sleep
on the couch.

you need to sleep.

rest up now,

love.

you wake up.

(coffee and fruit

on the counter,

the toast and

marmalade are

on the table,

i love you.

i write in on

a note for you.)

you notice i’m

asleep on the couch

and you come over

to kiss my head,

 but i don’t budge.

i’m sorry for that

but i know you

understand.

let us go then

and have a

good day –

dance about in

oxfords and

my boxers to

our indie rock

albums,

go have gelato

at the parlour,

stroll the park

downtown.

(i look in your

eyes and

know that someday

i want to marry

you,

but when i say so

you just smile

and look down –

i smile and do

the same.)

the night comes

again:

a pack of camels

and some twinning’s

will get us

through the night.

i watch you

after you fall

asleep and

i realise how

lucky i am.

i don’t mind

that you take

my bed and i

take the sofa.

it’s okay with me

as long as i have

you.

C.D.S. 21 August 2010