I'm thinking of loving you,
make a note of that!
put a yellow stickum
on the fridge
already curling up,
from the good steam of
the first coffee atmospheric
I'm thinking of moving in!
clear me a drawer,
half a closet will do,
not much for possessions,
thinking I'll stay awhile,
as long as you possess me
and vice versa too!
could be seasonal,
winter marking me,
scarf dug out from somewhere,
but that just means
it is the season for
better slow loving
baby,
don't please misunderstand,
my intentions good,
just human, no regretting,
motives purely selfish,
want to put this self in you,
and see what comes of it
the stickum note,
to the floor now fallen,
in the under the fridge space,
where things go that...
no omen, no, oh man!
cause when I decided,
got past the thinking point,
arrived at the sticking point,
appears to be a long time
such a long time
to be loving you,
so many other things
curled,
neither of us noticed
that first stickum fallen
make a note of that!