on the adventure
of pleasure of you
i will use romance
to barter with your
intimate designs
not present romance
but past romance that
solicits the future
one that slips into
your waist and yanks
you back to right now
reminding you of your
turn away in the foyer
when your desire was ready
but your mind was not
but the turn away stumbled
and started rolling down
the turnpike, ending
at my adirondack home
you in black on
the purple sofa
melting all my coolness
as i slid into
the blueprints of
your turn to foyer