enjoy the ride

I'm thinking of writing poetry
thinking of writing prose
thinking of pouring a glass of wine
and painting your naked toes,
each nail bright Merlot Red
holding your delicate feet
enjoying this spring weather
before the summer heat,

Lazy afternoon, for sure
we review the Weekly Rag
we could go see a movie
or watch the stock market sag,
go for a walk in the park
two miles around the lake
mix-up some oatmeal cookies
watch the suckers bake,

I hold each of your ankles
admire my painting job
we decide on buffalo burgers
and fresh corn on the cob,
after our meal is done
you ask what I am thinking
afternoon has slipped away
the sun is slowly sinking,

You reach across and kiss me
on the lips, your scent lingers
I feel your earthy presence
the touch of your fingers,
you ask me to write a poem
about what I'm feeling
about why I find you
so utterly appealing,

Perhaps your illusive nature
slightly out of reach
a piece of succulent fruit
a fresh mountain peach,
perhaps the fact I'll never
have you for my own
we talk in cryptic e-mails
never on the phone,

I reach across and return
your kiss, and hope for more
we're sitting cross-legged
on the living room floor,
I work to de-code
your smile, and can't decide
if we seek the destination
or just enjoy the ride,