To have 24 hours with you

visiting harbours

in rafts, houseboats and canoes

 

for once symmetry would rule

as your night becomes mine as well

not a topsy turvy 10 and a half hour

of separation

we find our rhythm

our surges teach us

to make a hotel room

a home

 

the avenues

are cobblestoned

amber-rose streetlights

accompany us at dusk

 

pitched fevers

that won't be lulled

even after you kiss me

insistently, I awaken

with your taste on my swollen lips

 

and all I want

is more

of you and your poetry
from coffee flavored lips,
vodka laden tongue.