time smiles upon me,
an after breakfast dessert delivered
with two spoons,
and that twinkle in your eye
comfortably nestled in this
moment of intimacy and what
promises to be an eventual domesticity
and i want to hold your hand so badly,
maybe brush our ankles together in
what could arguably be an accidental way,
lean a little more into you
i just want to see you smile,
again and again,
and it’s all the better if i’m the reason
behind that twinkle and flash of teeth
and i think then of a warm,
well-lit kitchen that we would share,
mugs, spoons, plates, bowls all lined
up where they should be,
side by side, just like us
the foundation for this life
we have the time,
the time we are careful to take,
to cultivate is something beautiful
that humbles me to behold