You measure in
vast spaces that my memory fills
Revolving.
I take you where
you thought before you might
get left behind.
Instead
Our Love is
sly references
to Private Jokes and
how your eyes light up
as you twirl around inside
your favorite Polka Dot Dress.
Knowing
“That’s when I think you look your best.”
With Egyptian eyeliner
to illuminate the understatement.
Kudos.
Deserved,
after all you do accept
(Not without forgiving humour...)
A latent tendency in myself
to elongate an awkward silence
after committing whichever topical
and firmly established social faux pas
given the setting.
Not forgetting,
my oft lauded lack of a certain finesse
Establishes
around my name a peculiar sentiment
Windswept spiky hair and caught-out schoolboy face
Notwithstanding.
Perhaps,
“it’s clever not to deny the girl”
her entertainment.