Couldn’t we be on a beach

somewhere [sunlight]? Like your hair, we know

exactly what to do:

            I’ve never worked

without you, I can’t seem to make      a bit of

difference.

Is there anything I can do?

            with my mind, but I’m a hard-working

                         If you died, I’d be no

I haven’t yet experienced

that romance

I’m asking for, just the ones

I fear. . .

             man, and these hands

                         worse off, if I never

Your composition

composes me.

Bebop smile, ‘haps lunch in the park, lips like

“I’ll see ya.”

             need a break. Lord knows, I’m tired;

I gotta mind

to see what’s right in front of me – such a familiar

feeling, although

the room’s changed, light’s

the same.

             testifying, it’s a lonely

                         tried – takes an earthquake

That lavender flight. . . Mind like a vacuum

‘cause I needed to write – someone else, here, curl up

lying on the couch with;

            bridge, but I still like

find myself, back, cutting lines

like cocaine, banging

the tremor of our time together, with relief.

             crossing it,

                         feel how much we love each other.

Shinning on a wall, my bedroom

wall. Then out onto the street, past

the awning, spinning               a baby airplane

propeller, or a ninja-star,

             to think of you,

                         Can’t distract            myself

reflecting dense streetlight

in a twirling motion, spotlight

back up to the stars,

catching the night

             while I do. If you plunge

                         enough.

by surprise, these stars

have gone, even though

they’re there –

lost, however, this midnight

             those depths of your mind, you’ll find, “It’s alright.”

of Baltimore.