.the past.

something is amiss.
I can see it in the pitter-patter of your forefinger,
the shift-shift of your eyes,
the press-press
rub-rub of you straightening out your already perfected shirt
adequately tucked into your pants.
you tuck.tuck. tucked them so deep.
thoughts. of me tucking in your shirt for you in the morning.
brought about by wafting coffee smells
that I could bring.
freshly ground. brown filter paper.
we want to live long, i want to live long
that i may tuck. tucked. be .tucked. inside of you.
and these thoughts are premature. presumptous.
pre-, pre-
before. touch.
and held ourselves open for the other to see. to know and be known.
so thoughts are encased in self-control.
temperance and reality
ineluctable modality