Run away with me, my beloved
Down the rambling roads under lamplight glow
Pray I pickpocket a kiss
From the blush on your face.
Dream dreams about me, darling
Of sprawling shores and hotel floors
Long for my winged touch
As you lay in bed alone.
Spill your arms into mine, love
In the heady night of neon brights
Let the downpour spoil your skinny jeans
While your hands caress my neck.
Drive down the desolate streets, my dear
Where radio don’t sing and love don’t linger
Call me on your cell phone at 3
And cry when I don’t pick up.
Why play games with me, girl?
My love for you is a skyscraper
Adorned with a steeple that points
Redoubtably to your heart.
Why kill the romance, sweetheart?
My love for you is a river cruise
Returning from a distant voyage
To a throng wading in wanderlust.
Let Solomon decide
Whose love is more just
But until then
meet me at the gas station
between holland road and swanson street
wait for me there
don’t be late.
This poem was originally published in Libertas, a Davidson College literary magazine.