You Look Sideways and I Set Sail

You look sideways at me I look straight on at you You glance towards me I stare at you memorize the stiches of your coat they are uneven it must have been handmade You look up at the sky I look at your shoes They are slim and obviously Italian You've been traveling in Europe I look at your cheekbones You stare off at a tree It is a beautiful tree though I cant see why it has captured you I' look at your hands they're nice hands expressive hands strong enough big enough but not too big kind hands You turn to the left to look out over the gray blank sea I know we're not going to see each other again Even the stark greyness of the Cape in late November is more compelling to you in this moment than I am I am dancing colors I am a fragrance of clean smells I am sauce and sassiness and ideas and concepts and wants God how I want you But you would rather look at greyness I will never see you again Thank you for the kiss on the dock Thank you for the dinner and the dance Thank you for the moment in the library when you looked into my eyes for one very long minute and I felt alive Just before you asked me to the dinner dance But you seem to have lost your moorings You are like a boat A buoy or a wooden raft floating you don't know North from South East from West Now your sails are not catching the wind You are sort of flapping carelessly aimlessly I watch you like watching a crab scuttle up the beach Fascinated I will never lose my way ( That's a lie) Tonight You were simply a dock that I pulled up to ...tied off Tomorrow the sun will rise and I will feel full and excited I'll move on fast throw off your bow You were like the wild north wind for me tonight for about 5 minutes The wind is fickle When the wind changes I tact While you were in my sails I did love you Like any sailor is impassioned by the beautiful wind that suddenly drives him forward the exquisite unbelievable .... unspeakable tarp full sail pulling hard I will miss you But only like I always miss the wind when it dies No more and no less my sails will be full and my beautiful ship will be headed out to God knows where But you my questioning friend will not know enough to follow You will be still looking left and seeing only the gray of Cape Cod in Winter and