Don’t talk
too much about why we should be better
It won’t
do and all the mist between
Means you
and I don’t remember
Not perfectly
Not quite
right on target
The
details get mussed and tousled
The better
version of the story
Involves
mussed and tousled
But the
details are more intimate
I know I shouldn’t
tell that story
It isn’t
right at our age
To pretend
we were young
To make
our children squirm
With kisses
and snuggles
Right out
in the open
In the
middle of dinner
In the
middle of a bite
In the
middle of your neck
In that
spot below your ear
That makes
the gooseflesh appear
On both
arms
At the
same time
And on a
good day
The effect
travels
All the
way
Down each
leg
And earns retaliation
A punch in
the arm
Cuz I give
you the shivers
This is
what keeps us brave
Gnarled old
warriors
Still willing
to sacrifice
Our love
drawn and quartered
On full
display
Wounds and
nerves
Raw and
exposed
Dangling tenuously
Clasped at
the hands
Holding tight
Against falling
Against pulling
apart
Suspended and
spinning
We are
mostly unaware
That we
shouldn’t be this happy
That this
isn’t
Strictly
speaking
An attractive
set of circumstances
These two
old bags of skin
Adorned in
dumpy dingy linens
Covering ourselves
To
protect the innocents
So, let’s
kiss again
At least
we can still do that
Like we
did in Hayden Square
When I finally
had the ring
Made it
official under the gazebo
You said
yes one more time
After
the Spaghetti Co.
And the walk down Mill
And finally
kneeling down
Like I should have the first time I asked
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