Compatibility

I spend my evenings

Seeing how compatible

I am with dead musicians that I love

Or actors that are gay

Or poets from the 19th century.

Our astrology is good

Our planets collide in

Beneficial ways.

Longing

I think of you

But it’s not you that I think of.

I treasure you,

But it’s not you that I treasure.

I desire you,

But I only make love to your image

You

Are separate from all this.

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My longing escapes

You get in the way.

I long for you.

My ungloved hand

We were about to cross the street

And you stretch out your open hand to me.

I take it.

I wasn’t sure if you had really intended  

To offer me your hand to cross the street

Or if it was just there all the time and I didn’t see it

Until then.

Anyway, I took it.

And it felt good.

Maybe strange that I should hold your hand

To cross the street.

I mean we are adults, not kids.

You took the glove off my hand

And I felt an electric sensation through my body

Then you took my hand again, ungloved.

Holding my glove in your other hand

We walked through the city holding hands

An hour after we’d met.