We walk hand in hand and yours decide to venture
from my palm to my wrist, as if that’s a subtle gesture
You feel my stupid pulse which is on an escalator
You grin and I withdraw, that wrist, what a traitor
The hazel in your eyes, a most precious of sights
Could barely breathe, when it hits the daylights
As irony and glee end their duel in a tie
I grin and you scowl, why couldn’t them pupils lie
Your arms fold around me and I suffer a seizure
I retract and see you smile, so I can fall all over
Your trudging won’t last even one of my winters
But by god if it did, I’d believe in wonders
That distance you keep from my very glass posture
I adore, and yours is no unworthy contender
We could dissolve with neither none the wiser
Fall back my love, we cannot both be victors
On a road halfway from two destinations distant
Chance had us met, but there are many intersections
Slow down, will you? Let’s witness just one winter
There’s splendors plenty on this road equidistant