Saturday Mystery

Boxer shorts and tee-shirt
morning cup of joe
timetable mysteries
places I might go ...
Saturday morning
Cinco y media
working on my Spanish
yo, tu, someday ...
América del Sur
south of the equator
what did I say?
see you sometime later? ...
Later could be now
two airplane rides away
pack my traveling bag
and be on my way ...

I look at your photo
smart phone, computor
imagine knocking
on your cabin door ...
On a sunny morning
or crisp clear night
would you simile at my presence
turn on the light? ...
Make a cup of coffee
make a cup of tea
tell me that you are
glad to see me ...
Tell me what you're doing
tell me where you've been
ask me would I like
to make love again ....

The answer is obvious
at least to you and I
perhaps on the deck
beneath the starry sky ...
A slice of Van Gogh
a splash of Matisse
lost in love in Paris
or an island off Greece ...
And we go through the motions
the act of copulation
which brings us both joy
a sensory vacation ...
Then sit and watch the stars
cups of steaming brew
you ask who I am
and I ask who are you ...

The world spins beneath us
the seasons cycle through
each day away
I think about you ...
But we both are too restless
unable to survive
with only one lover
with only one life ...
So we watch the stars
cross-check timetables
down winding roads
reading foreign labels ...
Work on our Spanish
our French or Portuguese
and I carry your picture
your naked, naughty tease ...

Back to the present
cup of coffee two
Saturday morning
what should I do? ...
Turn on the shower
hot water, what a treat
off with my tee-shirt
boxers past my feet ...
Let steaming water cover me
with memories of you
do the things myself
that you like to do ...
Envision you with me
hands on your breast
arms and legs and bottom
and all of the rest ...
And where are you now
alone or with another
in hot or cold water
my friend, my muse, my lover ...