We're perpetuating an inevitably
awkward moment
with I love yous
soft touches
& 'one and only' stares
that make every kiss
just a little sour.

"five more minutes"
turns into an hour
of cuddling without our shields on
in the flesh with goose bumps
falling asleep to the smell of your hair.

but her essence drafts the air.
if I would have known
my true love
was gleaming round the bend
I would have closed my eyes to yours
and waded her beauty
with my pen.