Thursday Afternoon

And you who I love are just a hair away

Or maybe ten steps

But it could also be a thousand light years

You are the one I love no longer before

Time and location renovated everything

eautify, or complicate the landscape

And you can feel good about my poetry

But it's up to you if you want to disgust it

And I who took your hand is no longer like before

teely determination modifies everything

Beautify, or humiliate self-esteem

But you won't find flowers in my poetry

Or a bar of chocolate, or a box of special gifts

Only boring words caress each strand of your hair

Occasionally you find tears falling on the last page

Don't mind that kind of thing

I only do it to dispel worry

Sometimes I also say thank you that I don't know how to express it

And those of us who love are the same or one-eyed

Still shackled with shame and doubt

But you won't find me in that audacity

You just look in the corner of the room where the light is off

There I told you on the paper you looked like

Not infrequently I fondle the delusion

A kind of anesthetic that makes me sluggish

But if you want to lead us into the light

Just make sure it's not temporary

I definitely want to drag you anywhere and just us

I'll definitely make sure it's only about you

Not about her or anyone else you could think

So in the last part of this poem

Ask me to kiss your forehead

Maybe the first time in a long time

Maybe for the last one anyway

Just ask

And I won't wait long to agree

I'll make sure you get more than you asked for

Than you wanted, than you expected

Of all the pleasures you can imagine