To Say:
____________________About it.
Two fresh
sprains the day you
rested your head
in my lap,
laying on the brown blanket
in the empty park –
beneath the Brooklyn bridge.
I took my shoes off,
red toes matched red
sunglasses and your red
lips when we paused from
kissing and I thought about
how different it is
kissing when you are in love…
with the flavor of
your strawberry smoothie
on my tongue. I thought
about roses on our windowsill
and your guitar and how
neither one of us is
concerned about
what anyone
else has
to say about it.