if maybe the reason we're getting along
is because we're all promises, no substance--
i suppose it's time for strength, or monogamy.
and if, as predicted, our keening for
someone similar, different, serious, playful,
has created something too bold to break
between us-- then, all to the better,
as i am not planning on giving you up.
this could go nowhere and i would still store up
all the words you've spent on me--
indications of time, effort, and attraction.
you have become a reminder that i
have more to offer than most, and more
to express than before. if every night
i am willing to wait on your words, it is born
of a desire to know your thoughts--
and a growing desire to know your body.