if you read this,

if you move beyond the scan and

these first three lines -

that don't meter or rhyme -

if you're reading this,

i don't mind if you,

move on.

i'd like to keep you, though.

with me for tonight.

to talk with me and drink with me

maybe hold my hand?

or walk the paths behind the theatre,

find the secret playground to

swing the swings,

test our pants for their swift,

friction against the slide.

see who can climb the highest,

exhaust ourselves with games

on the farmhouse deck

or barbeque under the

big yellow and white tent

ment for summerstage,

but which we confiscate for night.

i'd like to keep you,

to slam with me and read with me

to keep these wicked demons from

taking me.

please.