it is simply the idea
the idea of loving you
that makes me, almost,
want to start thinking about the
notion of, perhaps, maybe,
actually doing something
(but for the chaos
it would certainly
eventually
bring about)
it was simply that notion
a momentary glimpse
a reverie of
the list of firsts...
(until the first fight, but, then
there is that whole make up thing)
blushings of tenderness
spiraling into, whatta they call it?
oh yeah, passion
(or a winter - spring
approximation thereof)
made that next sip of coffee
one of the very best
