more than

Oh, your sweet
lingering gaze is
not quite enough,
nor your tender
come-hither smile,

Tell me

will you be there
with me

shouting at the
May Day march

Tell me

whether you will
sit with me and
read poetry

Tell me

do you worship
at the church
of open mic nights

because if not
we may not
have more than
my darling

and tonight,
as sweet
as it may be,

oh darling,

it won’t be