"I Love This."

Why did he call it 'Coke Machine Glow'?
All the boys lit cigarettes
and cursed you, you know.
And here on the banister
of the most recent Prime Minister
you found your final life's goal,
to break up the anguish of our earthly role.

And I'm in the midst
of picture negotiations
And every time my mailbox
quivers and aches with new found
letters,
my heart breaks.

We once wrote each other love songs,
in the form of reason
full of perception, we were tiny
message boards.
"Take this", "Give me this", "How about this", "I love this",
and all the while,
whispering
softly,
we filled the gaps with
"Take me", "Give me all of you", "How about a kiss", "I love this."