sinatra is singing
close to you
and you are every bit his smile
as i blush
into my china blue
tea cup
reading 6 am texts
still wearing last night’s dreams of your honey and plum lips
these good morning baby professions
of the warmest affection
pictures of the sun sent rising in your sky
and you in your early morning bathroom mirror
red basquiat t shirt beautiful
before shaving and the neck tie
spoken words spoken slurred
raw i miss yous
we are
separated by the continental divide
and a thousand exit signs
calling each other from
hotel rooms which have never felt
so empty
noticing the days hold no fascination
the world becomes an empty doorway
when i cannot walk to the next room and touch you
i hate riding elevators without you
he says
i wake up reaching for the last time i saw you next to me in bed
he says
because
this is
makes me want to be a better man love
this is i have to get my shit together love
this is stop drinking and start running love
this is fall asleep with the cell phone open on the pillow listening to you sleep love
this is i love you so much it scares me love
this is everything i do now defines our shared future love
prepared for every eventuality but each other love
you can’t possibly be real
but this is real
love