They say that I don’t know love
I say, yes, I do
They say they are counting
Love
I say, I am too
They mark the years with rings
Like a tree, they say
I count on smaller things
Minutes, seconds, days…
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I wait for late afternoon and you
The industrious bunch
Through breakfast and lunch
Parlay a hedge fun hunge
Or two
I wait for late afternoon and you
The Monday sun softly pales
By two
Though the bulk of the clerks
Thinking diligence works
For pension and perks outdo
I wait for late afternoon and you
If we agree to meet at three
The concierge and I will see
The shades are drawn
The staff is skilled
Our lunch prepared
The champagne chilled
And if we skip the duck confit
Your arms and lips will reach
For me
These walls were meant
Never to speak
Of souls content
Within the week
So on this late afternoon
With you
Other salesmen reserve
All the rumors they’ve heard
That this fool may deserve a
A review
And still I wait and I wait for you
I wait for late afternoon an
Do you think of me like snow
Cool, slippery, and white?
Do you think of me like jazz
As hip, as black, as night?
Do think of me like linen
Summer sheets on which
You sleep?
Do you think of me like ink
Skinny words you want to keep?
Do you think of me like fat
Irresistible as cream
On your lips, on your hips
Like chocolate, like a dream?
Oh, to be the moon!
The diamond you can’t resist
The space between the stars
Do you think of me like this?
Do you think of me like crack
Illegally refined
Sunglasses for your eyes?
Do you think that love is blind?
Do you think of me like salt?
Do you taste me in your tears?
Do you thik of me like oil
Filthy rich, my dear?
I think of you like food
I think of you like wine
I shouldn’t like my fingers
I’m drinking all the time
I think of you like paint
Flesh tones and pink
I think of you like rhyme
So much it makes me think
I’m mad about you
Do you think of me like sand
Warm, southern, and fine?
Take me with you in the dark
In secret, in your mind
Do you think of me like snow
School starting in the fall?
Do you think of me in spring?
Do you think of me at all?
will He kiss her on New Year’s Eve
after the last guests leave
then kiss her again, will He
peek in the mirror while She
knowing He’s watching her tease
stripping the gown with ease
bare as the New Year She
so in love with her is He
slipping into her dreams
rocking her gently to sleep
hale as the dawn is He
so in love with him is She
will it be
an affair
to last
through spring?
Will it be
summer love
to embrace
warm afternoons,
that quicken and chill,
the red harvest moon,
the trhill a first snowfall
can bring?
seasons change will He
after the last guests leave
still kiss her again will He
counting ‘til midnight will She
letting herself believe
loving at first sight We
each with the other will be
so in love next New Year’s Eve
