Mutual Acquaintances:

Can We? Con-Oui! Très noué,
Wishing for time split in two;
one for me, one for you.
Unshackled, unwanted,
unchanged—am I? I am

Then storm will bring—
un éclair d’inspiration—
her Nikon camera sings.
We’re holding hands—et
our fingers dance.

Guitar strings thrumming,
Piano-man in Poe’s Law;
Je fais taire l’oiseau.
Sacré Dieu—The Raven,
quoth he: “Nevermore.”

Delicate doorjamb music,
foot caught in your fingertrap.
For you, I wouldn’t not move it—
but I cannot knot-stay—in ether—
Je marcherais une année-lumière;
you’re only one Arkansas away.

My heart feels knotted,
filled with butterflies;
mon cœur bat vite.
Rain cannot wash
these bees away.

Une fois de plus;
call me unto you,
once more, encore.
For I would be sullied
if we stopped at friends.