i am going to sleep in my clothes
tonight...my shirt that is
the shirt you slide you and under
as we drank and talked
by the way
do you find it just a bit funny
how we can be so intimate
and not sexual all in one kiss
or many kisses, but no
erogenous zone petting
i will put on my fleece pants
and keep the new shirt on
nothing to do with my clothing
but i will continue to think about
how much i care for you
and how i am afraid to run away
but how that is better than
watching you walk away
how sometimes i think
you are flirting with me
waiting for your boyfriend
to come to dinner
i will not stop thinking about
touching your waist
i will focus on tone
and if i have the ability
to express compassion to you
to convince you
i will worry about your trip
to florida and
i will take the chicken
out of the freezer tomorrow
i will wonder who
could ever replace you
i will live in that moment
where i am kissing you again
i will write a poem
and i will sleep in my clothes
with thoughts of you
and i will not think of disrobing
though my thoughts dance
around you