Or follow my eyebrow with her index finger,
Or say, almost to herself, how she loves my unruly black hair,
As it falls embracingly over her wondrous face,
Or tickle, clutch, exclaim! at my "Little ribs!"
Now who is going to laugh in such a way
That I cannot tell if she is laughing with me or at me,
While telling me I am "Funny"
For kissing, and then again, the tip of her pointy nose.
Pausing to add
"But not in a bad way"
Stamping dead
Weeds of insecurity.
Now who is going to present ingenious little solutions,
Such as kissing with our eyes open,
To everyday issues like..
Oh this eye-shutting business automated into the smooching lip,
Evil, to steal her from my view.
Now who is going to
Tell me
I am funny
But
Not in a bad way.
Edited version published in The Connective Tissue 2012 Vol V
