Notes About You For A Later Piece

This is a love poem. I know, I know. But when you’re in love, sometimes, you just have to write love poems.


Notes about you for a later piece

And in the lamplight of my room,

I’ll have to open my drawer

and retrieve my writing journal,

because I’ll need to make a note

of an idea you gave me.

An idea we gave me.

And it will take me ten minutes to write down those brief, bulleted notes,

little phrases that will remind me tomorrow

of that which is swelling inside of me now.

It will take so long because after each one,

I’ll pause,

and think again of you.

Of your skin.

And get lost in a daydream

that lasts until I again glance down

and see my pen

and remember that I am making a note.