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,
I want the ships to stop trolling
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
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
Stronger than it was
Never mind your violent tossing and turning
Or my endless