queer-with-a-pen

could you/would you?

i can be gone when you wake

if you want me to be

 

it helps that you sleep in

choosing not to greet

the dawn twice

 

and i don’t know how

to ask if you still

want to see me

once the alcohol is gone

 

some things are easier to say

to do

when liquid courage sloshes

around in my belly

 

like forcing my tongue

to cooperate into the words

needed to lay

my heart on the table

 

trusting you to do with it

with my confession

with my affection

with me

what you will

 

and i want to bring you flowers

and other silly little things

that i hope you’ll keep

but i opt for other things

that can be shared

though made with you

in mind 

 

and i wonder if this

will go anywhere 

beyond sharing drinks

and so many words

 

and i wonder

if whatever we have

did go further 

would either of us

be able to stand it?