It Truly Is A Good Night When I Know You
I sat in the dark and thought about you. I’m not ashamed of you. I just wanted to see you as clearly as I could. I want to stare at you until my eyes flipped inside out and turned negative to everything but you. Because you’re my honeymoon. If mine were to end, I would miss your sweetness and how you stuck to me. You always did.
I want to rent out a hotel room; eat dinner; joke about how they put my detractor’s hearts in this dish (“they taste like smoke from a gun, spitting out dust and disease…”); pretend to have a semblance of control of myself and sleep early, stay up all night because of you; wonder if your lips taste softer than my pillows or dreams coming into incarnation; run experiments like testing how slowly your heart beats when I tell you that I love you, and be astounded when it runs faster than my thoughts of you; and arise in the morning with red eyes from crying out how beautiful you really are…just not by myself this time. Because you’re my honeymoon. And if mine were to end, I would miss your sweetness and how you stuck with me. You always did.