If you might love me
let me know
a hope to store
for days when the sun
hasn’t made house cats
of us both

Post-honest glow
my roughly tongued words
obliquely future tense
enough for a smile
then a series
stretched out

As these things go

Half smile held
for the length of one spiel
humoring the gap
between sur and reality
victim of sweet words
gone vacant

Wouldn’t it be nice
to wind up in love
sans annecdotes
to turn up on their couch
in time for the third act
smiling at what is to come


Slow hell of waiting
till again
heart comes around
displaced just so
I could pretend happy
at your expense

If we’re lucky
we’ll wind up family
to each other
in small stretches
with what love remains