can i call you darling
by Sine Qua Non
and tell you how i am moved by the way your eyes caress me from that distance. two bottles of dark roast brew between us and a universe with seeming infinite possibilities in our hands on this table where the rest of the world is lost on us and the only people who know us are the waiters ever so loyal to bring us our elixir, make the night possible, permit us to prolong, stay
can i say, darling, this time, let the roll of the r elide into the curl of the l, the way tongues move – oh you know that well – and plant another kiss on your cheek, and another, and another. easy, it come naturally, our lips know where it will land, what mark it will leave on skins that anticipate and have imagined this so well. so eagerly. darling, i whisper, and on your ear you will hear the blooming of a flower.
darling, darling, daredevil slip your hands where it belongs, if you will. under the seat, behind the wheel and hold on, hold tight as we speed through the night. have we not always longed for dawn, to be bathed in the rays of a rising sun? finally, together, our morning no longer another typewritten daydream. there it is, don’t you see, at the end of the highway, away from this city. or maybe, just maybe, under these sheets in a universe that knows only you, only me.