halogen

outside, it is burning yellow and orange
on the streets

tomorrow--later today
we will think/watch/cry about sex
and how it is love, or may be

and we will
disallow the touch
because that's what i think you want.
it's what i think i want

i have found that
strangers somehow
are better, always

and i wonder
if this time there will be a golden lion
shining from your foreigner's chest.

as for tonight,
i will speak to the vision
who became a reality
alarmingly enough

in a ying yang verse
i am told to be
true to my feelings, always
from the start

but, like you,
i will hide them
in merely cryptic
verses

grease smothered keys
shine with
the message

barely hidden
at all