first time every time

dregs of coffee over the lilting dissonance of cocorosie.

she pours another cup.

one for me, one for her. this visit was life

with her.

a glimpse at the promise of what could be should

she or i move our world to be nearer to the other.

seduction via caffeine

breakfast in bed: eggs, bread, cheese, marmalade

gentle looks and knowing nods

sharing secrets and laughter

careful touches

emotional intimacy

when we met, i knew,

you were someone i could know

as a best friend, a trusted confidant, and great love.

it has been three years since and

i still know this to

be true.

every look like the first.

full of kindness, understanding, and

love. unlike what i had ever known.

have you fallen repeatedly before?

did you get back up?

or did you stay down, smitten. moved.

i choose the latter

and fall a little more

whenever i see her face.

it’s not that i can’t explain where she takes me when

we share a look,

it’s that i think she goes with me, so i needn’t try.

one of the last nights i was there she

invited me to a bath. pretense to drink,

dish dirt, and dig. truth or dare will always

become truth when you’re stuck in a tub, so why

was i shocked by her question?

“is there something unresolved between us.”