no really, i'm here to drink coffee, Jamika
i wasn't following you
(and hope you didn't see -
my path of least resistance
to the nearest latte
took me - by chance - 500 yards behind your quest
for taxis home and early mornings
- i ducked down Meard St.
and sat in Old Compton's
pretending not to look for you)
but i nearly rang you
nearly took the serial phone call route to your number and rang you
not to make sure you were ok
(jesus christ
from new york
she can deal with Soho
on a Tuesday night...)
but just to say
o kindred spirit
grounded monkey
lion rising
child of the new age
(yada yada)
that your flattery, attention
and preparedness to commune
awoke a number of reactions in me
more that you were after
maybe
love, goddammit
terrible, complete and holy
scared? me too.
but don't be
for i know
it is a false alarm.
i will not do our friendship harm
i would no more cut off my dick.
(not all men are completely thick.)
you know
i know
it's cool
and so
i hope you will come back to play
a while, sometime
that's all
ok?
Little Black Book by Wayne Myers