Entreaty

You know how I can tell
when I’m right where I belong?
Moon and stars leak their essence,

the blackness of space races like a bullet,
trees made of brick and mortar
welcome the strongest wind I can think of.

The same shirt I swore yesterday
walks across the street
in a completely different Beatle haircut.

That kiss you said you could do without,
well, it’s still here waiting for you.
You may not think so,

but I’m right here, going nowhere.
Cracked sun lies in pieces like a gerund,
follow the sunbeams if you don’t believe me.

I promise not to lift up your skirt, not right away,
I promise not to wish this poem upon us,
I promise that this is where we both belong.