arms are awkward.
they haven't yet found
their home in you.
so for now one waits
uncomfortable,
pretending good circulation.
In the middle of our conversation
I take a step back inside myself
to appreciate
the way two strangers talk
the way two people attracted to one another pretend to be -
the sincerity in every nod
the facial gestures
that go above and beyond
to make my random observations
about life
feel validated
understanding
that respect,
the undivided attention
that comes from
curiosity
that maybe...
I see in your eyes.
when you started
to watch my lips
a little too closely
and I couldn't help
but smile.
what a thing we could be
with all the imagery I already
have going for us.
I could show you fire.
but I think
given a few months
and a little leeway
we'd let
this pleasantry
fall away
By then
you'll have learned
many of my ways,
and already start taking
things for granted.
you'd soon be
walking
all over me
and I'd probably let you -
for a period of time.
till I had it in my head
to put you back in your place.
that just because
our fist's were full of skin
didn't mean we had evidence
of love -
that just because
I take you to a ballgame
on our second date
and you laughed at all my jokes
didn't really mean
you were meant
to have my babies.
