Gentleman

I wasn’t a fool

I wanted to fall for you

To dream of your face

So many miles away

To dare take a taste

As I closed my eyes

Listening to your voice–

I miss your voice

And the accented comfort

That it brings

I miss sipping tea

While reading your rhymes

Taking time

That wasn’t mine

To indulge in every bit of you

Laying out on this stage

Wishing you could join me

In my fantasies

Sweaty, clasped fingers

Entwined legs

Music screaming

Torsos thumping to the beat

Like an 808

But that day won’t come

Though tomorrow will