i will walk on the outside

the street side

your arm in mine

your head on my shoulder

we will stop at the corner and kiss

you said you wanted to kiss in public

a new-lovers' kiss

then laugh

and catch the bus to the city center

all through the day 

we will laugh and touch, stoking the fire

~

outside, tree limbs stir

inside, my limbs stir

to your rhythm, the movement of you, which i know

i will like 

a lot

there, my little bed across the room

blue and white quilt my mother made, waiting 

i cannot imagine how we will make do on such a small space

we will have to be very linear

i wish i had a big house like colin's grandfather

we would spread blankets and quilts

on the floor before the hearth and build a big fire

the color amber, and nakedness 

warming like brandy

 ~

i am on the street side, your arm in mine

your head on my shoulder

we stop and kiss

we get on the bus to the city center

we laugh and stoke the fire

we come back to my room or colin's grandfather's big house

and make love on my small bed or before his large hearth

to your rhythm, and mine, ours

i call you brandycandy

i like it

a lot

~

i think that is what will soon happen

or is happening

or has happened, but i haven't caught up with it yet