bedside tables

This is an old melody
I don’t like to sing the same song
I’ll improvise.
my voice is not the same now
a little older, more distant
but I know my hums
can bring you back
to the day where I kissed you nicely
I looked at you gently
you mellow me.

You laid out the choices when
you laid out this plan
you the creator, the maker.
you made me into an ultimatum
and now you are the magician.

I am the resident cryptographer.
A little lost, but harmless.
loosely associated verse
forms a question
do you remember me?
Really?
did you choose me when you found me?

choosing each other is choosing life.
Justify me.

let’s make a plan
to fill your idle hands.
iIknow you are searching
let them find me.

You are gawking.
use words to stare into me.
daring glances are seducers
you employed diction to do your dirty work.
you should write a little more, and have another peek.

I like to call you my love.
love, lay down here
stare at me like you do
take me into your bed like
a love letter
I am better read in warm places.
near fires
under blankets
read me a couple more times
even though you will be left
unsatisfied.

in my dreams, I imagine you typing.

I like having a “just between us”
I like professing a love
to the only one who is not a
stranger
boldly published and unacquainted.

Love, if you have already drawn your heart,
please draw me in it
if you can remember what I look like.
you can find me in the first stanza
light eyes, dark laugh
I created a me just for you.

Love me if you have to.

This is where we proclaimed
our waiting.
this is where you convinced me
you wanted me to be strong.
and now I am your protégé.
For the first time my bed is clean
And I want to see it up in smoke.

This waiting just fills space
that place next to me
where you fit quite nicely
I wish you were my bedside table because
I get thirsty in the night.
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