I’d Miss the Ship With You

For those who wander, yet fail to regale

The time I lost, my sense and watch, in the serenity of your smile

When All Aboard felt — rushed?

When all I craved was your touch

I’d miss the ship with you.

Planes, Trains, and Automobiles

When our Italian fling was much more than surreal

Our Roman brunch left a fleeting hunch

That I might just miss the ship with you.

Burrata for Two?

I suppose, since, you were you

Swaying hands, skipping streets

Spraying Fanta through your nose until our shoes squeaked

Salami and Cheese, but a whole baguette just for me

Hop a train, catch a cab, but please babe — don’t rip our bag.

Please sir, quick! We need to catch our boat! It’s leaving without us and we don’t think we can float.

“Andiamo Andiamo!” we winced and whistled

Holding each other tight as the mooring lines wound and bristled

Fear turned to fever as we scrambled for what to do

As long as we had each other

I’d miss the ship with you