the silence of slumber
waking,
there is a sunlight which dusts
across the roof of the hotel
and this is my view of omaha:
thinking, just two years ago
i hoped academia would lead me here.
and, of course, then i had you.
all of the subtle meaning
behind our kisses–
the lusty wanting for satisfaction
of every humanly desire.
but omaha,
however pretentious
and funded would have meant
missing that single moment
where yr heart held yr nerve hostage
and you asked for everything you wanted.
posing the question as though
it were reversible
if only to keep yr heart off the line
and days later we find ourselves:
waking,
there’s a stubble which dusts
across your face, a sure sign
of comfortable.