Hugging Billy Good Bye on the Night of his 30th Birthday
- a commemorative.
How did my fingers get looped thru your belt?
It must be the air, the way that it felt
Kisses that tasted like chocolate dipped berries.
Embraces that smelled of throat losange Wild Cherry.
The fall sky as warm as a storm
Your arms as compelling as the Truth.
Leaves rustle, chestnuts drop and roll.
Good bye, Good night, Get home safe - wait, don't go.
Me suppressing, me holding back, me holding it in
And you, drawing it all out.
You hugging me is like me hugging myself.
You kissing me is like me being kissed by a boy I really like.
You are more than just a warm body beside me.
I feel glad there is a real person inside the person.
As we kiss, Druids come out of the woods to dance
and the waxing Harvest Moon smiles down approvingly.
All the nights we've spent together are blending into one.
Are we also?
Good night Billy.