A crush in Ireland

I'm supposed to be taking advantage of 

the momentary blue sky

The sunlight through the clouds

The brightening

Of the world

Instead I'm waiting sometimes not so

Patiently to see

The flicker in your blue eyes

To have a shared glance

To be illuminated

I'm supposed to be admiring the green hills of this Emerald Isle

The variety of tones, smooth and jagged 

Imagining  a world of cow raiding clans

That speak Gaelic and wear war paint

Instead I'm looking over the folds in your green jacket

The ease with which it clings to you

The light feeling of it

And imagining holding you in my arms, as you speak German silliness,

And allow the flush to highlight your cheeks, smiling cuteness

I'm supposed to be listening to the stories or this ancient land

The politics, pride and potential,

Discerning between the intricate pattern of jokes mixed w/ mythology

But I'd rather hear the details of your delights, depths, desires

Monitoring the intonation and the pattern

So that I can recognize your joy even in your villainy 

And so I fantasize about stealing you away, 

Perhaps like the fairies here did,

And we can share the rains and the sun alike

Knowing full well that we'll never make leprechaun babies.