Long Lost Time

The heat of the night
The dark of the sun
looking for work
looking for fun,
Business Class ticket
to the back of the moon
hold my mail
I'll be back soon,

Out on the deck
this morning, thinking
take-away cup
of coffee, drinking,
I heard your whistle
saw your smile
you've been traveling
for quite awhile,

To Ecuador,
to France, New Guinea
your hair was short
somewhat skinny,
Wore kaki shorts
a sleeveless shirt
dormant memories
came alert,

You said "hello"
I said "howdy"
remembering
that night in Saudi,
Before we boarded
different flights
to other lovers
and sleepless nights,

Some e-mail notes
a few post cards
all those meters
all those yards,
All those miles
that came between us
you asked if I
still had a penis,

Or if someone
castrated me
a jealous husband
too slow to flee,
I said I still had
all my goods
but avoid
certain neighborhoods,

You asked if you
could spend awhile
my spare bedroom
you gave a smile,
I said, "for sure"
don't depart
my bruised ego
and broken heart,

We talked about
red-eye flights
foreign weather
hotel nights,
Later that evening
with a bottle of wine
we made up for
long lost time,