as i miss you i remember too
my restless longings
wishing to be dreaming
of myself of me
waking in your arms
heading for tomorrow
on a streetcar named lust
but on weekends
going on to happiness
maybe sometimes infrequently
my frequent flyer status
exempting me
from next to but nothing
though entitling me thus
to dreams tastefully
arranged with greens
on a silver salver
as recently used
at the court of Herod Antipas