HURICANE JESS

Can’t talk:
Gotta go.
Gotta move.
Can’t spare a minute
or a dime.
It’s time to get shaved.
it’s time to get bathed.
Internal oaths have been made.
Tomorrow, Jessica returns to town.
Jessica’s back around.

It’s been a while
since any such opportunity
has availed itself.
Been some time
since Jessica’s touched these shores.
My pores open in anticipation
of what else she may touch
now that that girl is back in town;
can’t wait ’til Jessica’s come around.

It’ll be different this time.
I will not set so many expectations,
tell her what to do
or how to be.
I’ll be better.
I won’t let her get away
again.
If I can get that girl back
I’ll be sure she never leaves.
Believe: Jessica won’t leave this town.
I’ll force her to ground.

When I see her,
what will she say?
How will it play out,
this eternal thing between us?
Will she think back,
like me,
in those glorious few forest weeks
or the many months that followed?
Will she smile or frown
when Jessica sees me around?

Either way
our reunion will be explosive.
I can see the fireworks erupt already
imagining the force
of our next meeting
tomorrow
when Jessica is back to town.
Tomorrow
for our showdown.