Tomorrow night I’ll have you
in my bed. That is,
if the planets align, and
the gods be with us, and
the weather is favorable, and
hormones cooperate, and
the fairies fertilize intentions.
All this hangs in the balance,
don’t you see? You wanted
a simple life. I wanted a savior.
So here we are attempting harmony.
And if luck would have it,
if our karma is not too reprehensible,
and the mood strikes, and
our biorhythms jive—
perhaps, just maybe I’ll
have you in my bed, and we will
know each other in the most
holy and carnal way. And then—
perhaps, just maybe
we’ll live happily ever after.