People Like Us

Saturday morning
middle of May
think about her
most of the day,
Curve of her body
scent of her hair
what we did
last I was there,

Up at the cabin
long dirt track
smell of spring sage
outhouse out back,
Snow on the mountain
wood stove glowing
she was coming
and I was going,

Back from Africa
off to China
cooking dinner
stood behind her,
Hand on her shoulder
hand on her hip
both hands on her breasts
I could never resist,

She said be careful
what I wish for
might forget dinner
have sex on the floor,
But instead fresh pasta
Malbec red wine
I’ll never be her’s
She’ll never be mine,

Sleep together
when we get the chance
feels natural
like her hand in my pants,
After dinner
kiss out on the deck
embrace slow and long
as one might expect,

Leisurely undress
work our way to the bed
the cat comes along
thinking she might get fed,
When we make love
we sometimes disclose
others we’ve had
I suppose,

Monogamy never
suited us much
each have lovers
some say a bunch,
Perhaps our nature
our traveling ways
will we settle down
one of these days?

It’s hard to say
hard to know
where in the future
people like us go,
Our last night together
the cat, her and me
a trillion stars watching
when I go out to pee,