Wal-Mart at three a.m.
slow-dancing under abandoned streetlights
white stretch limousines
writing poetry duets
shopping for couches
laughing like teenagers
two-hour phone conversations
willow trees
singing, "The Pirates That Don't Do Anything"
Come What May
the colors green and blue
sharing the full moon
Cristophori's Dream
tracing each other's goosebumps
buying dog food together
playing with plastic lobsters
relaxing in a porch swing
hot coffee and apple danishes
midnight skinnydipping
four a.m. rides in black trucks
wearing our pajamas
no spaces
I miss your friendship
I miss your hugs
I miss your advice . . .
I guess I just miss you,
my poetic partner.
I need a hug.
I need you.
