I want to see you if not now but soon,
the day a hot desert I cross without you,
want you driving up to my house with the moon
shining on you: its rays to wreath you too.
I will greet you hiding all my longing.
I’ve waited for you a whole two long weeks
from when we first talked. Hopefully evening
will rush by as I long to touch your cheek.
Yes, I’m aching for the evening’s quick end
as I wonder where will our first kiss be?
On my couch? Will my hand jump out or send
a shy touch? What magic will draw you to me?
I would kiss you as the green earth spins five
seconds round the sun searing us both alive.