Growing Days

The days are growing
and lovers pass by twos outside my window
in the long light of these longer days.

I think of you
and how you make arrangements for my flights
on your own hot wire to heaven,

the way I make
a motel reservation for the night
by sending out a teletype release;

and wonder at your quick assurance,
if it's good:
the way your breasts I haven't touched
can hurt.