1.6.06

You know, just sitting
with the beat scratching my back
and my little head purring like a little cat
full of thoughts of past chats while you and I relaxed
lazy in the August sauna,
you whispering in my ear about what we ought to do
(very much the typical you-
and that's what I love.)

I love the easy slide
into the grin so sly
while your fingers follow the shivers up my spine,
the warmest chill of this seventeen-year century.
I saw you look at me that first day,
both of us hiding smiles at the way time goes,
y'know?
It's nice to have someone else
whose cigarettes match their regrets

(goddamn the drink,
thank god for redemption).