A Day Made New

I feel the flush of desire

run red to my face

pupils relax & dilate, palms sweat.

Claustrophobic in my awkwardness

racing thoughts for conversation & 

banter, 

can't or won't join in with 

cheap shots & drunk excuses.

I'm in for risk-taking n' chances,

I know you've got a man but

I don't think he dances. 

See, here I am stuck waiting

for girls my age to grow up;

I just want somebody 

I can talk to

(afterwards)...

for certain words fail me,

here I am standing & reading,

miles away from the point

around which my city

still revolves,

for with nightfall I dissolve

& spread into the dark that

holds the lake under

it's palm. The mist in the morning

re-births me, and I walk to 

work reassembled.