FedEx truck, thank you for signaling that I am now finished.

1/12/05

I’m fond of the way it all melts
when I hear your voice and the way
my pulse can quicken at a breath;
the way your heart beats when I hold you tight
and all those things
leave me, as they do, swimming
in a mixture of ancient history
and shattering discovery that steals my speech
and leaves me longing for that chance
to meet your eyes again
and isn’t it amusing how
I would long for that chance
to steal a glance
but never dared to
take the chance?

I kept it all wrapped up tight and
right against the cold

but, oh how it’s clear and hot this afternoon here