Long

So long sweet sailor of mind
Guts and pined-for feeling
Wool hats (of knits and trilby)
Water specked with white dots (feathers)
Out this train window
Home for the holidays
Familiar faces in tow
New families
It does feel like that, doesn't it?
A family ....
I can tell he is from a small town
Sweet curls under sweat-soaks
And smelly feet under toned
Calves
And they are all from the same place as me
But we didn't know when we were there
Even him; who is mine
And to him, I want to start kissing him hello
And goodbye
Even in front of them
I want my hand held with eyes
Watching and
I'll never grope you in public but
It'd be nice to know you wanted me
To