a new one....with odd spaces, kevin-young style

Baby:
       for R.K.


you, smooth & cool as
a good gin rickey, 

Fitzgerald’s favorite
& my ideal tonic

	between-
the-sheets.  The quick

of my heart.  Chill
that rolls 

back my eyes till
I can’t

see straight (or
crooked).  You, 

a just-ripe peach, 
the way its skin breaks

just so.  That 
last day in autumn

	when you know
all the leaves will be

huddled on the ground
	tomorrow.

Nothing gold, right?  

Please.  Let’s remain
body-warm, entwined,

two parts Tanqueray
served neat——all  

this long morning, a lifetime.