For a woman

I want to call her up and tell her:
I want to be in love with love
if only for an hour.
I want to cap your head
in both my hands
& run my fingers through your hair,
long strands that smell like coconut,
I imagine.

I want to purse my lips in that space
between your shoulder & your neck,
& risk a look into your eyes, for I do not
wish to lie with you in darkness
that first time.
Perhaps I will say let’s dine
afterwards,
or maybe before, but

I want to call her up and tell her:
I want to be in love with love
if only for an hour.