stairs

sometimes
i catch sight of you
on the steps
in the light
underneath me
looking up

light eyes
glimmering in
the sunlight

and i have to
catch a breath
before i say anything
foolish

play it cool
so you won't worry
about my sanity

try hard to
tap down the
tender throb of love
within me

and say something
flippant like:

"what's for dinner,
you rampant hedgehog?"

pretending to listen
to the choice of restaurants
as i will myself into
the land of the consumer

and let the poet
float away
if only for the
moment

sustenance must
be found
with the sound
of my heart's beating

over and over again

(thump)