the way we speak to each other

We do not often speak to each other

like lovers - 

a distance remains

for now,

an aching chasm between our minds

with a treacherous bridge

we are still to cross

and yet here we are

reaching for one another.

 

It is safer this way

to play with our cards clasped tight 

against our chests

while we still can

before we tear them open - 

you can't break a heart

that you haven't yet won.

 

And still

I find myself lost in thoughts

of the way you speak to me

as though my mind is the most beautiful

and complex constellation

the galaxy has ever been home to.

 

Darling, 

this might be the type of love

my mother warned me about.