But your lady may be a problem.  Hand
her a fifty and ask her to get some
Chinese takeout–Hunan style. And don’t
forget the fortune cookies.  

I love the thought of licking plum sauce
from your fingertips while you read ancient
proverbs made in China that tease with
predictions of travel to foreign lands.  

I don’t have a passport but I love to fly.  
Crammed into dark spaces with just my mind
and a wad of chewing gum in my mouth.  Makes
for interesting conversation between sips
of hot generic coffee, melting innuendos
on my curious tongue.  

Do you know how that feels?  

No, I suppose not, since you never looked
my way. Silently sipping amour from your
lover’s gaze.  

You like the way she tastes.