61.

I would like (a few
cigarettes and cups
of lemon tea) to
pass the time
and count the flickers
in the dark until
you come home
(from wherever you
are), and I would like
(a kiss on the fingertip
or a song down the
spine) to keep the
flickers in the dark
away from my braided
hair. You have
not found me, yet,
but -- I would wager
you will.