Naps.

You...
...make me wait for you...

Heart on fire,
alive,
itching to feel your
naps
with my curled fingers -
who knew,
that a brief,
kinky
sleep
was a tangible occurrence?

...I'll say it again.
I can't wait to feel your naps
with my curled
fingers,
because all I have of you
right now
are your fantasies,
and those are harder
to grasp.

...They belong on your pillow.

So,
let me place them there,
with a few
extra-sweet kisses
besides,
the next time you invite me in
for a silky,
animated
experience.

...And don't forget the sesame chicken.

This time,
though,
can you open your windows?
The glare of gold
in your shadowed eyes
burns,
a little,
and there's no exit,
or advance -
just...
here.

Your oblivious antics come in
fours,
and sink into the fuzzy pores
of dingy couches
and guitar picks -
but,
I
want
more.

...Yet,
you make me wait for you...