He makes me happy

He brings out the

Boy in me and

I bring out the

Man in him an

Elusive exchange of roles

One that provides memory

And one that provides promise

One that allows recollection

Of happier easier times

One that affords hope

For a better tomorrow

Our own time machine

It is simply this

Your eyes your eyes

Are like two coffees

Two espressos sitting in

White white porcelain cups

One caffeinated winking at

Me across the room

Asking for my patience

While the other one

Decaffeinated at the end

Of the night buried under

Blanket asking me to

Come and sip and

Taste before my sleep