very cute

Good Night

It is late
I stand
In front of your desk
Saying something inane
You fiddle with papers
Not looking at anything
Work is over yet
We stay

I smile
You are, after all, very cute

We leave the building
Casually
Like it doesn't matter

There is a beautiful moon
We say Good Night

I unhurriedly stroll to my car
Humming some 1950s love song

I speed-limit home
to
Walk my dog
Give fresh water to the birdbaths
Eat my dinner
Choose my clothes for tomorrow
Set the coffee timer
Slide between my bamboo sheets
And dream
Of you

[Nikki Giovanni, in Bicycles]

licky