If I met you again tomorrow
Knowing you,
I would point to the sun and say:
*I drew that for you
see
wrinkled in the rain*.
But would you find me strange?
Would you trace love into my palm?
Tug on me to tug on you,
Arms and fingertips, skin and muscles
Made electric elastic between us?
Or would you stand…
Blink…
Awkward…ha ha… smile and
Get the hell out of there?
Quickly too, on bouncy toes
Leaving poor me
No choice but to chase you down,
Squeeze your shoulders and
Show you the future
In my eyes