Warning, what follows is a goofy ode to a fun evening.
(thank you Braden for the inspiration)
We raised him to be Braden’s boyfriend.
In the station I scratched your back
the train was leaving soon.
We’d rather we not have to part
and have more time to swoon.
With one hand in each other’s lap
the other on our faces
we drew a long and lengthy map
of all our favorite places.
In love time seems to tick and tock
in extra, anxious worry.
The hands spin around the clock
their path so quick it’s blurry.
How can we pause this time we share
without causing lots of trouble
perhaps if we meld from two to one
become single what once was double…
Then time will be shared at every step
at every pinch and giggle,
we’d get to touch ALL the time
from top to low to middle!
The problem that arises from
this risky sort of dream
is that you like boys and I like boys
with no straying in between. 😉
You are the most perfect person I ever did meet.
Please meld with me until I never miss you again.