I'm not done yet!

We never went to see that cuban salsa band
and I didn't get to wear my green striped heels
you never saw the piece I did on sadness
and I never got to feed you my best meals

We never went to see that one exhibit
and we never even tried to partner dance
we didn't get you eating beans or butter
and you never saw me in my yellow pants

We never got to go to Santa Barbara
and you never heard me play on my guitar
we haven't ever sung a hymn together
and we didn't even wish upon a star.

I just need another week
another year or ten
one lifetime would be enough
time to do these things and then

I promise I wouldn't bother you
after that I'd let you go.
Just one itty bitty lifetime please,
I'd give you mine, you know.

What wonders can be made with what I find?

Sometimes,
through the decompressed voice stream pressed to my ear,
I hear your skin unzip,
just a little.

I want to reach through the cells
between us to cradle your head and undo
the stuck
bits
in the
zipper,

see you lying there, your primary colors hanging out all over the place.
wordlessly root through you, piece by little Lego piece.