What I Really Really Want

I’d like to see you – hair, dripping wet –
fresh from a shower... your feet
pad about on the kitchen floor –
toenails painted Hollywood Red.

Watch you make a cup of coffee
in a whisper of a dress;

write a poem...pen between your lips
as you wait for inspiration, and
god bless that delicious, tiny gap
twixt your top front teeth.

Hear you sing when no one’s listening,
just because you can...

squeal when you see a spider – pray out loud
that you’ll feel the first flutter of a heartbeat
from a fledgling fallen from a tree
cupped between your hands

and sob into your pillow when you watch ‘Ghost’
for the umpteenth time.

But what I’d like the most
is to get inside your head...know
of what you dream...Your last thought
before sleeping and the first when you wake.

“Oh... and a latte, please, and a cheese panini to go,
and just to ask...do you take American Express?”