when they come to me in a dream
(offering promises of carnal delight)
“you and me
we should probably just let it be”
I agree
but it shouldn’t feel
this good
this fine
this free
just to be with you
even in a figment of my imagination
and then I said
“I have to go“
feeling the absence
slowly seep
as I ascend
a rocky stair
without turning back
certain you are still there

I remember that night

(a fresh faced ingenue....)
Feeling so cosmopolitan
     we were framed in the oversized windows facing the busy street
     like one of those old black and white photos capturing
          the romance in the moment
Probably a dish with
“Au gratin” or “Alfredo “ in the name....
Assured by her breathlessness
     anticipating something (but what?)
His smoky Greco stare
almost pleading
     definitely hungry
eventually
her loss
Her gain
their Wild At Heart refrain