CANADIAN BOY IN LOVE

       CANADIAN BOY IN LOVE

Meet me at Tim Hortons,

I’ll buy you a maple dip

and kiss you in the corner booth.

We’ll talk of the weather

the way a snow day smells different from others

make plans for friday night - 

a movie, a beer, or two.

It will take weeks for me

to say, “I love you,”

though I felt it in that

corner booth kiss.

We’ll talk of travel,

dream of going far enough north

to hear the Northern Lights crackle

and sled dogs bark.

Just once we’ll try making love 

in a red cedar canoe.

And never forget how cold that water was

on two shocked bare bums.

We’ll scramble to the dock

shivering, you’ll ask, “Was it good for you?”

Laugh and work together to drain 

and dock that damn canoe.

If you’ll meet me in that Tim’s corner booth,

we’ll kiss, we’ll talk , hold hands

to go outside together

in darkness and falling snow.

 

 

                     D.G. Peart 2015