Lover,
We were on the couch, your hands
toying at computer keys and I staring out
wintered glass watching the sun sway on freshly
dressed snow. You were too busy to pay attention
to my face so I asked you, playfully,
'Lover, if we see each other again in 20 years, would you
play the saxaphone opener for 'Your Latest Trick'
from the Straits for me?'
'What would I do that for?' a short smile from intrigue
'Because I think it would be romantic...And it reminds me of us'
Your head shook.
And I shrunk a little in my seat,
Lover, I
Wanted you to
want to impress me like I do you. I placed
a few fingers on the biting glass.
Drivin