gravy fries
and dirty lollipops
i love the way that sounds
and everything else you said.
i read your letter
on sunday morning in one
of those "cheesequake-type"
rest areas that jersey is so famous for
on the border of delaware
too far away to turn back
and give you that kiss
that i was waiting for you to ask for
and that you deserved.
If only just for having lips like that.
If only you made one gesture
or sat a little closer.
Touched my arm or
looked at me for longer
than what‘s appropriate i would been all over you.
I guess my vibe was not
as powerful as i had thought it was
or you wouldn‘t have been able to
resist my charms.
I‘ve listened to your tape a million times (okay, not that many but a whole lot)
over the past few days, actually its in my tape player right now.
I wanted to hear what you sounded like in arizona. Where its warmer..