4/23/2019

You move more tipsy, and he holds you close
because of this change. The worry is everywhere
about him, but I don’t care.

It’s magic maybe they way we wear each others
emotions, like second nature. It’s fair.
Sure.
You sparkle sometimes. I notice. Who else?

I can lust. It’s fine. But whether the weather
changes (and how much so) determines a lot.

Anyway, enjoy the rest of the “year”; let’s summer.
If we don’t see each other it would be a bummer.
I still owe you a lunch.