You're There

Burnt toast and dripping marmalade
Black coffee and cream
Cast the sunset
My spoon stirred the coffee
And I was tired yet awake in the forbearance
Your skin was warm and tan
In your prissy blouse

You were full class
But there were conjugations
That illustrated your earthy nature
You were closer to the real
I was closer to the telescoping abstraction
I lived in the brass of the intellect
Yet you were closer to the blood in the crouch

I wondered what sounds you would make
When we would make love
I thought that would all be well and good
But I was more concerned how
Our poetry would represent

The mutuality
Was my poetry going to be better than yours