Dessert Poem by Stan Rodriguez

I find it hard to figure out
my comings and my goings
as I have no reference points
from where to measure

Not knowing if you plan to stay
within the borders of our bed
or swim the seven seas
or climb what mountain there may be.

If you have lost interest
in who I am—let me take you on a ride
to San Francisco
the weather's cool throughout the years
and we can eat in Chinatown
or Ghirardelli Square.

Then I can bring you home again
and we can make dessert
out of each other's wishes.