connection

connection

Can you tell me how many bars you have 

if most of the restaurants are still closed

and my signal is searching?

Your direct message to me

becomes a tease 

when all I want 

is to look in your eyes

as we turn out the lights, 

3, 4, 5g LTE,

even though that one guy 

left Verizon for T-Mobile

I want you to ask

if I can hear you now 

when you call my name 

while you’re in pleasure alone.

“Good.”

You asked me if I’d been known to cheat

and I looked down to see 

if there was an interviewee sheet before me,

I know that during the day

you carry the heavy weight of responsibility,

so at night when the breathing is heavy 

you’d like to have me directing,

like when we stayed up till three talking,

you across from me,

a one bedroom apartment 

and a kitchenette table

that wasn’t big enough 

for the blueprints to our dreams,

in business 

the ends work for the means,

the corporate world a bureaucracy, 

step one to step two and three,

climbing the hierarchy creatively 

makes life a game of chutes and ladders,

and while that dress suits you in the boardroom

who knew it’d look better on the floor 

when you laid next to me?

You don’t have to call,

because when you look at your phone 

I know I’m there,

the morning’s first cup of coffee,

the afternoon retreat,

an evening sun setting drink,

“I could be anybody,” you said to me.

And when we first dove in

I had no idea you could go that deep,

a collective breath 

before we swam inside my chest

to meet an energy star certified revolving door,

its purpose was to handle 

the increased traffic

while consecutively keeping 

temperature at a consistency,

“That’s kinda cold.”

“Yeah,” you said. “But

you know what I mean.”

Like living in the present

while existing in the future

and haunting the past 

by entering into a memory 

as if it were a rented room. 

“Do you have any vacancy?”

Most buildings don’t have a floor 13,

an unlucky occurrence 

to place a key card in the door

and have the light turn red instead of green,

conversation leads me to asking you 

if you’d like to have another drink,

I cut a lime, add ice, and as I pour  

your eyes meet mine

acknowledging the direction 

of our soon to be had connection,

I sit down,

“Now where were we?”