run away with me and be my bookish 

someone of like, wishing to hike 

among skyscraper words

twists and turns, hand n hand

but not, ‘cause touch pulls me out of my head

where friendship reigns blindfolded

in comfy robe and socks, pithy 

stories and fulsome phrases, I’m in love

with you best, spooling Saturday morning

confessionals, sun and laundry looking daggers 

while cup after cup after cup of page pauses

clock hand of weekend hacking away

and you over there cross town, rolling 

spliffs of novella goodness

smokin’ these riches