The Hours

what is it that's keeping you and me away from each other
     you thought it was that girls jeans, 

    i thought it was cause your

mother never told you she loved you 

for trying so hard to become

a jazz singer… 

or, is it just that jazz and soul 

distract’s you and I 

from being able to take our clothes off 

  just let marvin influence

the motion’s in our advance 

& the groove within how we step into

the diner 

you showed me how your grandmother 

taught you
how to stir your coffee 

& how many tablespoons of (preferably BROWN) sugar 

to make it perfect

         so tearful

of me to realize i'm what inspired 

you to light your cigarette 

how heartbreaking it would be to you 

if I confessed how the scent of Ella's hair 

directed the stutter in how i hugged you 

please forgive me 

sweet no need for
lipstick 

i'll

 call you when i get home and won't hang up until i know

 you've fallen
asleep… peacefully