Sometimes I wonder what you say if you saw this- but thats a silly question.
I imagine I would meet you on the train or at a bookstore
as I leaned against the wall smoking a cigarette - I'd tilt my head
just so, before you spoke
like I'd expected you
my hair would fall across my face, my tiny waist (well proportionally)
accentuated by my skinny jeans and fur collared jacket, leather boots pressed
one against each right angle of the floor
my smile would spread slowly
my eyes would brighten and I'd laugh
so lightly you'd question whether it was there.
Perhaps you'd speak first
Then again I doubt you would.
I miss you, old man
with you old ways and cliched saying
repeating me a parakeet of mocking virtue
I like to keep those on their toes who like to watch me dance
about a feeling or a question
oh those many men I love
lets re ignite old acquaintances so
I can fall in love with their paramours
your lover is so sweet
as I write my fairytales