Dreams of Vienna

I love how whenever we flirt,
its always something like a mos def song
like the time you showed me your tan line
and your tattoo
Or the fact that when we talk,
its in poetic syllables-
a contest between
my muse
and I.

I wanna see you again,
take care of that unfinished business.
Wanna trace lines around your body
as you read to me,
in german then in spanish and then
if its important for me to understand,
in english.

If nothing else, I want to play with you hair,
smell that scent that lingers over you
I could live a few days just
off that one breath
Besides,
I still haven't had my eye ball licked-
Its about time...

This distance between us
used to be inspiring,
now its just a tease.
You know I love to see you
walk away..
but its been far far too long.