Fair-Weather Friend/Tell Me

Y O U

I love the way you speak in riddles.

You are the only one….

who likes breakfast in the evening.

You’re probably the only islander who likes to brush his teeth and keep your hair combed like an Italian.

Y O U

You probably don’t know this but I knew your past life because I feel you and I’ve seen all of you.

I want all of you.

You love French toast in the afternoon with tea. You don’t even eat fatty foods but you have a sweet tooth.

You love reading when it’s night. You love studying. You love your bread: wheat.

A N D

You hate the ordinary yet I am not ordinary. I may be more complicated than you think and that’s not all.

You love eating meat in the morning.

You’re mad when you want it and you want me. You want me to be your whore and I don’t give a damn.

You don’t have sex in storms or when it’s raining. Not even in a thunderstorm.

You’d just enjoy the calm of rainfall hitting the pavement. You’d enjoy watching thunderstorms from your porch and you’re amazed and entranced by it. You’d enjoy the hurricane season as you head the wind blowing through the palm trees.

You enjoy rain and you don’t care if it’s hot or cold.

You’re completely correct when you think you’re wrong.

It’s hard to say but you reason with complex issues, emotions and questions.

The jack of all trades.

You love swimming in the night and you love the smell of sea salt of the waters on the beach.

You love fair weather and you think of me as your friend and sometimes, just sometimes you want me to be your girlfriend but I wish, O how I wish you were mine.

Again you like unordinary. I am unordinary. Because I think I know you better than anyone in the entire world.

Because as much as you like being called baby, “Baby, you love me and you can’t say that you don’t.”

You cannot say now that I don’t know your routine.

You can’t say I don’t love you.

You can’t say I hardly know you because it’s not fair.

And for now you can’t wait for me to set I love you because do I love you.

I keep saying it in my poetry and I don’t know if you know, but I’m crazy for you and if that doesn’t count;

Look for me and tell me everything’s alright and I am not going mad.

For now you’ll always be my quiet lover.

My fair-weather friend.

If you should tell me you love me;

Tell me.

Tell me.