you are wondering when i am coming...

Six eighteen in the am
A cloudy Thursday morning promises
To be another languid and humid day
In these northern reaches of these western parts
I forgot to ask you last night
Whether it was going to rain or shine
In those equatorial, eastern parts
Six eighteen on an early June morning
And I am missing you, pining for you once again

The antipasto, the aperitif, the canapé
the hors d'oeuvre
also known as our every other day
telephonic lovey dovey chit chat
Is just making us more famished
With carvenous desire as we hungrily
Look forward to the entrée, the main dish
Of our face to face, mouth to mouth
Hand to breast, thigh to thigh
Skin to skin intercontinental
Transoceanic reunification
In a wide, well made, soon to be scrambled bed
In a quiet neighbourhood on the western mainland
Of the city they sometimes call Mvita, nicknamed Kongowea
Part of Mwambao and known to all as Mombasa
Six eighteen in the am
A cloudy Thursday morning promises
To be a humid day
Six eighteen on an early June morning
And I am missing you, pining for you once again