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by Jeph Johnson

every date
comes

around again
next year

last night
december 9
there we were

last night
december 9
the pizza came
while we wrapped presents
from the cats
you shloshed your stein
while I sipped my
sweet girlie cooler

so, ah...um...
what about these kisses
graciously offered my neck...?
what about the fact
that you're straddling me?

she is not just
allowing
she is
wanting
(wow
december 9
all night)
to make me happy

I am not accustomed to
happiness of this magnitude
despite partaking
too often in activities
with "people" not so eager
or unfamiliar with
my mind's complexities

literally
december 9
too much pleasure
to continue
in such a
state of awe
december 9
inside-out like that
I wouldn't work right
december 9
could not function

sounds so silly
to describe
but people so
completely attracted
to every facet of you
need to consolidate their passion
this is my way
but not by choice

previous encounters
pre-"that Friday"
were sappy sentimental weeping
from happiness inside
now december 9
crying from frustration outside
there were no smiles
the tables turned
when the table overturned
so the monster ran and hid

concentrating
on the analytical nature
of december 9
I come up with this:

I can't feel happy outside
...yet

they sometimes say...
what is inside
is what counts

I hope that is true
while you hover
above my body
and
(like christmas cats
chasing laser light)
jump under my mind

I want you that way
but more than that
I want your carefree
"go with the flowedness"
to permeate
every day
december 9
on
I will try for
release
for the hours
next to you
were when and where
I've waited
a lifetime to be

but
c'mon!
where and when were you
december sixth!?!
I am so much
better december 6
...than december 9