Stay Awhile

When did life become
how many people you could try to
fuck in a year, a month, a week?

This marathon of seeking scenes
of intimate encounter
Yet never really encountering at all

Perhaps they're friends
Yet sex is the filter that stains
the outcome

Oh, and love, even seeming platonic
is pushed away as if it were a sprinkled
poison on a dinner plate.

I want everything.
Your friendship, your smile,
Your nature shared over
a meal..
The rest will take care of itself
Organically.

No more, no less, no fear
Stay awhile
And show me
You
Just you
And I'm hooked.