I’m just trying to meet you where you are at.
Let’s make it happen. But avert your eyes.
Psyche was leaning against the wall on the other side
Of the bed, like she was putting a fence between them
But something there is that doesn’t love a man
With a raised arrow to shoot at you, so hey,
It’s about time you showed up, put the quarter
In the vibro-slot and let me see what your new tricks are.
There isn’t a lot to do in Paradise on a Sunday night
So it’s a good thing to leave the window open,
The screen out, the curtain pulled to the side,
The entry open for divinity or popcorn night or such.