I Can Live in Your Dreams / I Can Be What You Need Me to Be, Baby
Thursday Night
The windows fog
Refracting hotel neon
From across the empty street.
She lies upon the couch,
Her curls around her chocolate eyes
Alit by cell phone video
The timer's silently on guard,
Awaiting the moment
For attending to the soaking bags of tea,
The fragrant steam so calm,
The quiet liquid covertly working
Pulling out the essence.
- 10/12/20