In my day of wanting

Out-wandering the gypsies

Out-dreaming the fiction novelists.

If you told me that you’d have me

I’d marry you in morning before my breakfast.

And if our love proved illegal

I’d gladly go skipping in the rain to the gallows

Allow my neck freely to be hanged.

Because my life so far from sorrows.

So I ask curtly “Will you have me?”

I’ll give you kisses in your hands, on lips, and under skin

Let you strut around with your little secret

Of how your day begins.

Harboring buttons in our pockets

That fall off each others’ sweaters.

Finding the customary ramble of lovers

Sealed in soft hand-written letters

Scoffing at the scorners

That are just a tad off-beat.

We’ll out-dance along with beggars

Hold hands in darkened streets.

Out-live the folks on the avenue

Out-shout the next car when we sing.

Excite me in the morning!

An honest heart is what I bring.

Draw the curtains open freely

Let the weather test our splendor

Where in love we all belong.

In a time that ticks forever.