Autumn & Elizabeth

just down the hall,
text messages.

doldrums, days, about bugs
turn into
jokes about printers and the internet being down. 

the season is another crush
that will go nowhere.

a massage builds a bridge, 
claws a Friday afternoon.

her New Jersey voice
is somehow music with muscle,
with taste. 

and I railed,
racing to the difference of the danger.

should we go outside?
should we make some love?
is she interested?

and as I sleep in pumpkin bread,
dreaming horny dreams,
I believe, because I gotta.