A Poem from The Smell of |Tweed and Tobacco


'd like to know you naked,
so I could better understand you dressed
Clothes get between us,
hiding what's behind your eyes and mine
I ask you where you're from
And you say Tulsa, what's in that?
Tulsa's oil wells and money to me,
growing up and broken hearts to you
How could I understand? and so
we have a drink, never finding us

I'd like to take you home, slowly take off
all your clothes and Tulsa
The blouse is too expensive,
your jeans too plain, your underwear all silk
They hide from me the one who cries
at sappy songs and loves old dogs
Take off my shirt and jeans, but slowly
They're not made as well as me
They speak of other times, other places
Nothing of the man that's me

I'll hold you close, we'll make love,
take the long way, twice around the park
to drift asleep in tangled arms and legs,
listening to our rhythms rise and fall
Sounded out in quiet breaths, gentle murmurs,
touching, always touching
When we wake, I'll know the perfume
of your smells and tastes and you'll know mine
Cautions gone, the gentleness behind our eyes
a gift we've given, each to each

So I'd like to know you naked
Then I'll understand your clothes and Tulsa
We'll have fallen through each other's eyes
I'll see your world as you'll see mine,
conceiving how this girl became a woman,
this boy became a man
The road map of our undressed selves
spread across the sheets and studied
The lines from here to Tulsa and beyond,
a myriad of known routes to share