By: John Tustin

I want you

With a steak, asparagus, baked potato,

Three glasses of red wine.

A side salad, red wine oil and vinegar.

 

I want your leg

Pressed to mine under the table.

I want your conversation

And I want your laughter.

I want the moon outside 

To cast a pale blue light upon the table,

Upon us.

 

I want the ships to stop trolling

Tonight.

I want the bay to froth unobstructed

And I want a walk along the beach, just us.

You will wear the moonlight like garnets in your hair.

The shells will twinkle in the sand,

Reflecting the sky, the turning earth.

Your eyes will meet mine,

As will our mouths.

 

I want my hair pulled.

I want your shirt lifted.

I want your tits in my palms,

Rutting in the hallway, 

Unable to make the bedroom.

 

I want to get to the bed.

I want to sleep it off with you.

The food and the wine and the walk and the sex

And the talk after 

And the pain of tomorrow

When we awake and find there are other things

That must be done

Besides

 

The food and the wine and the walk and the talk

And the sex and the love

Oh God the love

Yes the love

That still exists

After,

Stronger than it was

Before,

Never mind your violent tossing and turning

Or my endless

Relentless

Bear-like snoring.