“I could build a future between your thighs

then look into your eyes trying to find

my own private history channel

with a life long documentary

on whether or not this was meant to be

and I don’t want to turn any of this into poetry

but

you’re so beautiful

flowers turn their heads to smell you.

And when I’m all alone

I’m riffling through the pockets

of my mind trying to find spare excuses

so I can call you on the phone

and it’s strange

the way I need a reason

just to call you up and say

that I thought about you today.”