I dream of his face 

and of falling into twin pools of mystery 

as he looks toward me 

with that knowing smile, 

as the light shines - 

 He is gazing at the fountain in the square. 

 I sit and float into the stratosphere 

as he stands in front of the bench 

that I sit on, and I smile 

as he turns toward me, 

I try to act blank 

while he teases me for inattentiveness - 

 He is talking to a girl that I don't even know. 

 I ponder and puzzle 

over this mysterious almost-stranger of a man, 

and try to think of pleasant safe thoughts 

like monogamy, and noodles 

that are eaten late at night with greedy fingers 

while my heart plays spin the bottle 

and I gasp as he looks at me 

and tears off my clothes with his eyes - 

 He is staring into space, thinking of medieval castles.