when he has me to himself
the way he wants me
which is wholly
undivided
attention
from my metropolitan
audience of one
loving eyes looking on spotlit lovely him
receptive ears hanging on his every well chosen word
this is when he sings to me
Guild guitar
enraptured
we can’t help but kiss
above the strings
after the boxer
and suffering for our sanity
amidst vincent’s starry starry night
with me in tears
because he’s wearing the shirt i liked