"Potential"

Right now we are a theory, An abstraction, The secret kindle of our conference, A dim twilight concept And what’s coming is the testing

The fun is in the trial and endless error, In slurring bad haikus about the moon and your hair And you humouring me Calling me on my crap

It’s in both of us pretending I’m just walking you home And the hasty clap of hands And lips Once we’re sure we’re alone

It’s in the playful drunk arguing and finger tips on arms The hollow ring of ill-suited similes And the pleasant gut-ache From eyes locked over the sharing of the only clean mug.

You’re a kaleidoscope; I can’t see straight, But I don’t care. I’ll forgo the light and day For the stained-glass headache you give me, For your lukewarm affections.

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