Sandbox Moon

I am thinking too much, wanting

to call you. I am imagining the afternoon

and all the places we’ll play. I am seeing

all the faces watching and jealous

of our fun.

I am wondering why you’re not

texting me back, calling me

back. I know you’ll tell me eventually,

‘I’ve got meetings tomorrow’,

‘I have to wake up early’,

‘I want to be alone’. I know

what no response means.

I want you to be alone

with me. I want you to feel

like you are recharging

while I am in the room. 

I want you to sleep over and sleep

like there was no one in the bed

with you (although I am in the bed).

I am feeling like I’m pressuring

you when at the base, simplest level

it is just this driving feeling of wanting 

to be with you, absorb your energy, touch

your skin, hear your thoughts, cook

and eat with you. 

It’s just the most childish desire

to like someone and want to play

all the time. And for it to never stop;

to ignore the sunset and stay out

in the sandbox with you 

for just five more minutes.