8th Avenue at 17th

The salad was first rate.
The pasta terrific.
The time passed too quickly.

When you ran off to make a phone call––
I waited with your coat
Like a cavalier.

You re-appeared
In dream form
Like an omen
Reaching out to me
Across the sexual abyss.

Then we hugged.
It was the earth.

You planted a poem
On my lips.
It was the moon.