“Because I like you”: a fearless declaration in the morning sunlight,
And my eye catches the glint from both ray and word.
It takes me 5 minutes of swirling soaring dumbstruck replay before I smile
And respond in kind.
“Why don't you talk about yourself?”—innocuous,
imploring, an open invitation.
A pause, before I leap.
So I spoke and you listened, and I spoke and you listened, and the space between us melted as you pulled me in tight and didn't let go.
I caress your face, you touch my back,
Rough/smooth: a contrast. Your prodding makes me laugh like
A child, and while my mouth says no
My everything else’s wish is yes,
Unconditionally unendingly unerringly—Yes.
“Come here? It’ll be amazing.” I vascillate,
But only because I’m scared
To want it too much too fast too Now.
Predictably when I do arrive I disappoint myself and forget how
Time has a knack of flying by.
In the meantime I will myself to forget the Bad
Because I want to deny all of that existed: it mars the image of you,
You just didn't give a shit, did you now?
Pardon me, I obviously faltered there for a bit.
Give me some time,
And I will forget it all.
(You always kissed me on the cheek.)