i will have another beer, another ubu
and every ubu reminds me of you
another beer and a peach
i want peach juice on my cheek
and your dance floor excitement
i love your e-mails where
you pretend that you think
i don’t spin in desire for you
i don’t like the touch tone phone
or the call back that ‘might’ come back
but in sappy*land
i could touch you forever
i could live in the excitement of knowing
the knowing that comes after a clink of glasses
that i will kiss you and rub my cheek against yours
i wish this was poetry, but you should know
it is just me pining away for you
i just want to know why i knew
why i wanted you from the first day
as in that little love at first sight thing
as in my flesh turns to shag and
curls with every thought of you
i think we are done
i don’t know where i am going
i wish it was you
we don’t always get what we want
let me return to my beer
let me forget how i want to kiss you
only
one million more times