and here's what i want from you.

I want you coming to me and running
away as fast as i can.

at the intersection of Denver and Archer,
the purple glow of lights and the steam
billowing from manhole covers
reminds me of you.

the striped sheets I'm in now
once wrapped you up.
while you held yourself up on my chest and stained wood,
my eyes danced over your skin
making the journey new again.
hot coffee at 10 am leaves me running in place--
never getting anywhere.