when I was younger I wanted to have someone
who would dip their hands into
the sleeves of my shirt
who would be suddenly on my mouth, somewhat open.
who would be the gravitas of lust
who would be tears I cried imagining
allusions to another life.
when I was twenty two I walked for the door in the dark
pawing at the wall
searching for the metal of the doorknob
there wasn’t time to flick the light switch
and I stood in the dark unkissed
waiting for you to feel your way towards me.
remember when I was young and loved you
like a pack of cigarettes
like a pack of wolves
or a barn on fire,
a town in Minnesota waiting of the summer.
remember what you said
it’s okay. I remember.
when I see you I’ll slip my hands around your collar bones
and pull you forward until your knees touch mine
and the metronome will stop.