Were There Goldfish in the Water, Too?

RustingRoses Poems

The air, it shimmers when we’re at this height mixed with low light makes a good time tonight my heart is beating, lungs are breathing, yet in my skull, there’s very little thinking Until we shift and my eyes refocus, and then it hits me - only one thing worth notice That’s you, of course, and what a fitting allegory, I almost believe that it tells the whole story Of the one that moves slow, the other: quick But I wouldn’t change a single bit I love our walks, the regular picnics And our calls in summer, I must admit And with this time I’ve learned to understand you, Dexter This is a brag, perhaps, but not conjecture With a gesture, you give a lecture, Thankfully this class will last past the semester While evergreen is our wintery scene, lit with snowflakes, alligators, and all things between I cannot help but gaze on to spring, for who knows what joys that season will bring? Up we’ll rise, held by the flowers in bloom, mimicking between our thighs, I presume And how fitting that the magnolia tree blossoms at six months for you and me.