.time.zoned.

I want you;
zoned.
in and out of time,
can be like nerve endings
sadly, served cold.

Okay,  
so I’m a little nervous
don’t let the sashay fool;
hardy hands that hide
in kangaroo pockets
eyes lined behind figure 8 aviator lens
anxious to tilt the pendulum
in my favor.

Forgive me,
but all I want is 4 hours
to trespass rooftops
glancing over at the oceans
on the other side of your walls.
That was forward,
I meant 4 hours to figure out why
you can be so much rose water
and why they are thorns
a float in your; sea,
I’m better behaved when I’m clothed
in nothing but your affection.

Chastely,
gifting you mason jars for your arrangements
born of shrapnel and springtime
along the rim of clawfoot tubs
filling faster,
than I…

Where are my manners.

Forgive me,
it's not you per se,
but the poetry behind your earlobes
that makes me indecent