bedroom eyes, water, piano, Henry Miller, e.e. cummings, your bedroom, sitting in a Corner Bakery in Chicago with the waiter who stole Al Pacino's young face, sitting on your lap, bananas, your body, your warmth, oral sex, telephone calls in the early morning, reading you my poetry, you play your guitar for me, Mason Park (and you asked if you could kiss me now), first kiss, I kissed your eyelids your shoulders your chest your stomach your neck your mouth, it's dark and you're on your knees, I unbutton your jeans, I love you