Hypotheticals

What if I had business in your town
just for a day?

What if my hotel was just 10 minutes
from your house?

What if I happened to mention to you
my room number?

What if you could take that day off work
and maybe that night?

What if you happened to stop by
just for a minute
just to say "hi"?

What if no one else in the world
knew where we were
or what we were doing?

What if we forgot about everything
outside that room
just for a while?

What if we tried to pretend
to be somebody else
just for a day?

What if we gave into temptation
and crossed that line?

What if we satisfied our hunger
like never before?

What if we lost our inhibitions
as if nothing else mattered?

What if your sweat became mine
and mine became yours?

What if you walked out the door
as if nothing had happened?

What if we tried to get back
to living our lives?

What if no one else knew
about our precious secret?

Hypothetically speaking, of course.

The Empty Space

It followed me to the Cabo Rojo lighthouse
as I stood on the limestone cliffs
Two hundred feet above the sea
the Empty Space watched over my shoulder

It walked with me in Westminster Abbey
past the Unknown Warrior & Poets Corner
breathing in Chaucer's dust
The Empty Space's footsteps echoed

It bathed with me in the mist of Rifle Falls
then hiked to the catwalk above
leaned over the edge until we were sure to fall
The Empty Space grasping my arms

It sat behind me as I signed the mortgage
planning in our heads even then
to make the house all our own
The Empty Space lives in every room

It stood in the back at my best friend's wedding
where I was far from the Best Man
watching the last of my friends get married
The Empty Space danced alone

I've never been anywhere
I've never done anything
I'll never be anyone
without the Empty Space where you should have been

It's Not Enough

It's not enough to hear you say my name
I need to feel your breathe on my face as you say it

It's not enough to feel you
I need to hold you until every inch of your body touches every inch of mine

It's not enough to spend a moment with you
I need to be with you until the stars fall around us

It's not enough for me to make you happy
I need for you to never want again

It's not enough to know what perfume you wear
I need to swim in your scent, your sweat

It's not enough to love you
I need to to feel it in every synapse of your body

It's not enough to tell you
I need to show it for the rest of my life

The Bridge To NoWhere

We'd been running from the cops
for what seemed like an hour
both of us half-dressed and barefoot
the rest of our clothes under our arms
except for the sock & panty dropped behind us
laughing at our misfortune with every step

It's not like we planned it that way
we'd parked behind the old high school
with the most moral of intentions
just going to catch up on old times
maybe take a walk through the park a bit
and sit atop the Bridge To NoWhere

I didn't notice you steal the bottle from the head table
I don't even want to know where you stashed it
no place to hide it under your bridesmaid dress
and that look of pure mischief in your eyes
made me walk a bit faster, a tad quicker
thats when you decided to run onto the playground

I made you push me on the swingset
your dress nearly flew up over your head
as you almost made the back handspring on the balance beam
then walked over as I hung upside down on the monkey bars
and cocked my head to one side, yours to the other
and you kissed me, five years before Spiderman

That's when I knew I was in trouble

After indulging our inner seven year olds on the playground
we raced to indulge our inner seventeen year olds
your tafeta dress (or chiffon, I don't know) tore a little
as we crawled under the chain link fence
and travelled back in time ten years
right back to that night on the Bridge To NoWhere

You hopped up onto the guardrail, raised your dress a tad
as interstate traffic rushed beneath us
the whoosh of semis made your hair dance under the streetlight
you pulled me close & wrapped your legs around mine
undid my rented bowtie and silken cumberbund
when the passing cars noticed and honked their horns

unbuttoning, unzipping, unsnapping, unhooking, undressing
undoing every second that had passed us by
but feeling as if not a moment had ever slipped
since we'd seen each other last (as you walked down the jetway)
And we stood motionless for what seemed like forever
after we saw the headlights of the only police car in town

Before we ran off the other side of the Bridge To NoWhere