AFTERNOON DELIGHT OUTSIDE
(after you say you hate Bukowski)

I know you love me
because as you jump
into a cab leaving
me to carry all
the crap both of us
had been struggling with
all afternoon, and
we're both a bit loaded
from too much sugar
rum lime sun and mint
you run back quickly
like a little girl and kiss
me with your eyes closed
and your lips puckered
out and your sweet round
ass pushed back
for balance,
because the cab
ain't going
nowhere with-
out you honey,
and because
you wave to
me as the
cab pulls out
I feel tall
taller than
I've ever
been at two
o'clock
on Thursday
before,
and it hits
me you're right
we should go
to Brazil
or Argentina
this summer
and learn to
samba
and shake
in the
middle
of the
day