i wish i had perfect explanations,
not just perfect as in,
perfect for what i want to say
but also for what you want to hear.

because i'm not perfect ---
neither are you,
and we will never be perfect.

but we can make funny noises
at each other. i'll catch you
humming a tune and join you.

we can have laughs about
my clumsiness and
your stretchy dress pants.

we can have coffee
at the kitchen table
as we small talk about
clutter and junk,
or deep talk about
the way we just
can't get enough.

we can have arguments
that are sometimes
both pointless
or pointful,
or even both at the same time.

we can also have kissing sprees
that last hours, wet ones,
long ones, short ones,
and french ones
to make up for those
arguments.

we can have raw
and real.

we can have each
other, us, the glory,
the pain, and
maybe even
love.