Miss You

My white bedspread looks like the lunar surface

I long to swim in its seas and scramble up the faces of its cliffs

But when I get too close I flatten out its soft asperities

I am too large

And the shadow I am casting might worry the president

The other moon is descending on a string

I have a beautiful view of Manhattan

I can see the whole planet but I can’t take my eyes off her

Everything that is lost eventually comes to this island

I have to sit here long enough

Whatever it is will probably not be what I wanted

So I mustn’t be too sure about it

Why don’t I open it first and see what it is

It is a sock!  You were not like a sock

You smelled great

I wish I had a magic scarf

Its magic would be irresistible only to you

I could pray to the goddess of love to give me one

But gifts from the gods are dangerous

This is the only place I can spend any time with you

It is like being unable to turn around

I know this story I have to trust you’re there

You were my wild dream

You played stupid but you knew

It is you or nothing now

And nothing is full of music