Just a poem I wrote...let me know what you think...

Mark Chartier © 2005

Clicking

I saw you today:
You knocked on my window.
You were still in your uniform,
But your hair was down.
When I saw your eyes
Something clicked.
Not like a stapler, or a nail clipper,
But more like a deadbolt,
Locking into its companion contraption,
Like we were meant to fit and stay
For the betterment and protection
Of what was inside.
When you came out of the bathroom
In your bra and panties,
You smiled curiously because you
Wanted to see how badly
I wanted to make love.
Dashing your hopes and maybe mine
I told you we should just lie together.
On my bed, your head
Brushed against mine,
Forehead to forehead,
But stopping our lips from completely touching.
I became lost and found in the browns your eyes
At the same time, yet it felt like hours of us
Looking for something in the other.
Looking, like for a pot of gold our great uncles
Always told us rested at rainbow’s end:
The one that never existed.
But kept us alive with the wealth of dreams and hopes,
Bridged together by the infant child in us,
Yearning and reaching for a little more off the plate.
I placed my hand over your belly and could feel,
It was like marmalade inside, squishy and malleable.
Maybe the squishiness was our baby growing inside,
Forming legs and arms, a mouth, a head.
I don’t know, but I know feeling it was like preparing
To pick a pear from a tree, waiting for it to ripen.
And when I dream of your eyes,
I wonder if our baby will have yours,
Will see things as you see them,
See me when I fail and when I triumph,
The wrinkle between my eyebrows when I get frustrated.
And then I think of the clicking,
Not like a stapler, or a nail clipper,
But like a deadbolt, sturdy and secure.
And I wonder if we will,
Like your mother and I.
And if it will ever cease to be
Like me when I’m on my deathbed,
Mumbling your name, Yearning and reaching for a little more off the plate.