sticky expectations slide with ease thru these oiled fingers

speak ill of me
designate names
........ment to put me down
pretending they lift you up

while doing neither.

i don't have expectations
of tomorrow
or of you.
sorry i thot i made that clear
when i didn't ask for your number...

i relish in
being turned on
by a mans passion
not his pedigree
or position

tell me who you are
rite now
today.
i wasn't there yesterday
and probly won't be around tomorrow

i'd rather lay
with a stranger
welcoming the dawn
consumed by conversation
of tactile projects

then share dinner nightly
with a man
who can only speak of
a 401K, or whats to come
when he's saved enough
and the system designates him old enough
to retire

tell me how your passion consumes you
today.
and maybe ill try to find you tomorrow.
or maybe not

dont woo me with plans
engage me with rite now.
And let these moments satiate

and if in the next few
todays
we find our selves
in the same space
with more to share
awesome

if not
thats okay too
im happy to have met you
other wise
i wouldn't have shared any of my time with you

i do believe in love at first sight
i just don't always expect it to last thru a fortnight...