i am waiting for the library
and noon
i was up too early
i have better things to do
none of them compare
to erotic thoughts
about you
i bet it has been
more than a month
since the last ubu night
at the hotel saranac
now
i am an hour away
from the library
but it's girl juice
and your hips
in the land of take down
that heat the distance romance
that lives in the reality
of my diversions
i never know
if i will kiss you again
but i hold on to that
once i did