“I love you baby”
As you leave for work.
Here lies Homey - the chameleon,
Sweet and endearing,
Handsome and charming,
Foolish and deceiving,
Before the dawn I lie awake,
With loins astir and muscles tensing
I squeeze my thighs together
To calm the storm
It’s so quiet today, save a few peripheral noises
From the world outside.
Voices down the hall, indistinguishable words,
Clicks on keyboards, paper rustling,
I watch you from across the room,
My girlfriends all chatting it up with you,
Wanting to take a ride.
The radio is on, but I don’t hear it,
It seems so quiet and still as we travel
Down this old familiar highway -
We must have gone down this highway a hundred times.
That peaceful time of day
When it is just you and I,
And the cat.
The muse is gone, she left in the night,
Taking my creativity with her.
Packing up my words, and the color of my thots,
Then stealing away without a sound,
In the springtime of my youth
A boy I once did love
Although he promised not a thing
No moon, no stars above