The romance of you
And i don’t care how little
Sense it makes. If there’s anything
To learn from all this crumbling its that
The rules we thought mattered
Never really applied to us. We had
One perfect night downtown
Your lithe body in my bathrobe
The cold shower. Coffee on the hotel terrace.
The city moved below in an
Orange-brown haze. We said goodbye
And I drove to the city on the volcano.
There was a lake in its crater, craggy cliffs
Overlooking a vast, ghostlike bowl.
You facetimed me at 4 am you are high
On ecstasy and look punchdrunk
And beautiful. I remember you spotted
Me sitting in the parking lot outside the club
And came over to me with red-blood eyes
You bought me a tequila shot and I thought
That was really romantic.
Your beauty is a life-force I don’t need
To overthink. When I imagine holding you again
Its like making coffee in the kitchen.
It feels like sunlight hitting me on the sidewalk.
Loving you every day would be as simple
And deserved as breakfast each morning.