damn the distance

I woke up early to abuse you
we can share melodramatic coffee
where metaphorical guts are spilled
do I know you well enough to admit
I am a coward?
if I lived across the street from you
(I just kissed your left shoulder,
did you feel that?)
we could meet at the bus-stop
or the library
like dolphins who swim in the same waters
(I kissed your breast)
you play your Radiohead music
too loud
I use some excuse to come over
like I bought this watermelon
it's too big for my refrigarator
may I keep half in yours?
we share the watermelon
(do you swallow the little black seeds?
they are full of antioxidants
or would you spit them out 
if I weren't here?)
I will not limit myself to logic
I don't understand the mechanics of dreaming
I will say your name
(and kiss your eyes)
maybe I am not a coward with you
and tell you that you smell
like sweetness, sex and lilac
and now watermelon
because it ran down the side of your mouth
and everywhere.