Stranger Things

Day One:

Fresh Cabernet threatens the coffee table

Two seats too far to suggest anything

I fiddle with the idea of you

Muscles drawn in, eyes strained back

But can only imagine

from here

Night, then day

careless, shift about

like two sheets of ice on water

and now

I see you

Striped shirt stretched, worn jeans fidgeting the edge of your seat

Imprinting bits of flash

Lingering on retinas

I wish to be in, on, around

Heat protruding chest and breath

I wish to be near, new, but am left

Beating hard

Fast

Day Two:

Light to dark running overtime

Occasion breeds conversation

You want to come over again

A buzzing

“I’m here”

and suddenly

you don’t seem so far away suddenly

heat and breath and chest and all beat and accord mine suddenly

timelightspace in between are irrelevant to how we measure skin suddenly

I see you except this time it’s all of you.

Every particle prodding upon my very reality

‘Tis a luxury,

Wild nights like these, and

I wish upon every length of being

that you

see me

too