When I saw you in the bar you flipped one leg over the other like you were adjusting a parasol, skating your finger tips from hipbone towards your knee; re-adjusting your skirt from school girl down to quiet librarian
You pointed with a single folded twenty, left hand open palm
to the bartender whispering in a slow motion normally reserved for an Eric Badu orgasm
that you'd take a double black jack on the rocks.
You looked at him like you've got a tack on your tongue and you'd prick him with the possibility if his words were handsome.
Sometimes silence is the secret only strangers can share
And I am strange
I watched the lamp become a pelican and swoop in on your features
The Elvis clock on the wall swung his hips while keeping time
And while the books in the room pondered their dodo status as dying creatures
I watched as your lashes gently shadow boxed, musing on the inequity of rhyme
In the past I have always thrown band aids against the inside of my tent
just trying to stop the rain from coming in and now
I have a want to whisper sweetly in your bookshelf
So, take me home
And I know Rome wasn't built in a day
But you'll be the great library of Babylon
And my lips will be the secrets disguised as books
So that when I peel back your front door with two fingers and a kiss
You'll know that muffled whispers spoken even in a dead language like Sanskrit
Can still cause a fire to be remembered throughout history
And I'm not going to promise you that our bodies will intertwine like we're practicing some latex cloaked diffusion
That, just like so much other speak,
Breathed upon goose feathers and silk sheets
Is just fodder for the man they call Harlequin
But I want to kiss your back between your wings
Pray to your collarbone,
Make stigmata of my saliva and your swet,
Hell, I'd drink your swet even if it was arsenic
I'll build an cenotaph across your body with these lips that brazenly reads,
"Here is where faith has found its prophet and true believer."
And I've been with women who were stereotypically hot
But who's measurements will never match their IQ
Who always fought that little game that some like to play called
"You can't win no matter what you say,"
And I've been with those so cold that its like,
"That's not a hickey that's a boot print."
You,
You're like baby bear porridge
You're just right
I promise I won't bury you with white roses and other well meaninged flowers
I'm too busy breathing in your Frankincense because god dropped a sliver of the old in with your new
She's spent eons twiddling with the phrase, "this is a woman" until she made you.
But as a warning…
I have slippers
I have slippers like home schooling
And I need a women who doesn't mind my other girlfriend…ms. Pacman
Some days I wish I could drink disappearing ink and have a one night stand with your shadow so that I could follow your skin as it glistens in the sunshine after the rain
Your belly makes me want to shave
And you make me cry,
but its like the mist coming off an oasis after walking the dessert for a week
You are a girl so hot you could con me into drinking starbucks but don't
A girl whose words hit so hard you could steal racial equality from Obama's lips but don't
A girl who fucks like Aphrodite…but I bet fucks like Aphrodite.
In short,
I was a golem before we met, a book without its binding,
A canary upon the parapet, a lost city without its finding
