I pine for you
in that severe,
predatory way
I wait for those moments when you walk by,
trailing a
jetstream of perfume
or sit on the other side of the diner,
pulling
strands of hair away from your face,
Letting the light in, letting me in on the secret
In my dreams I am a streetlight to your dancing
a pool of white in a dark parking lot
an electric flame to your circular flight patterns
Come closer
I would not detain you long
knowing, as I do
that certain creatures cannot sit
too long
in one place
Angels,
even those in khakis,
need air under their wings