Two

Honey–
I am trying

to keep
my cool,

but you
are making

it very hard
not to blush.

Around every
corner of

every day–
you make me grin.

I’ve said it
(to myself,

again,) I say it
every time:

I know it,
I’m in trouble.

But I just
think

that you
might be, too.

For I am
there,

you seem to be,
too.

As if we
were lovers

in another
life or life to be, too.

You hold
my face

when you
kiss me.

Big, sloppy,
kisses.

I say it
every time:

No one would
believe you
if you told
them how
we kiss
because it is
unexpected of
me —

the slobbery
wetness of

our kisses,
teeth

clashing as we
laugh.

No one would
believe you,

but here
is your testament

to keep,
forever;

you,
holding my

face..too
dangerously

close to
my heart

for being
so far

away anywhere
but here,

in this
moment,

me wrapped
in your arms.

I say it
every time:

You are
temporary

in this
space

I call
my body.

I allow them
past the walls

because they ask.
Only to see them

clawing their way
back up

when the door
is wide open

if they just
had the audacity to

go the
way they came.

I say it
every time:

I am not here
to be your keeper,

nor are you
mine;

I just thought
it would be nice,

to rest together,
as two—

company. If we could
hold each other

for a bit,
and forget

that the door
is just as open

for you to arrive
as it is for you to leave.

I say it
every time,

and I’ll say it
next time, too.