Eve Rounds

how it would be – intro

the introduction

a)
a mutual friend’s dinner party. we come separately due to logistics. you arrive before me. your back faces the entrance. i come up behind you. not startling in any way. i place my hand where you neck meets your chest. i bend down to kiss you on the cheek. you turn your lips towards me and correct it into a real kiss. you make your subtle growl and grab my hips to spin me in place upon your lap. a smooth swift scooping. we smile at each other. all are stunned to witness our moment. but not at all surprised. we smile at all.
there’s laughter. sporadic applause. dropped jaws. oh how cute is this new of course well of course you two we are so happy for you
you are
both so happy.

b)
a mutual friend’s dinner party. we come separately due to logistics. i arrive before you. i face the entrance. you appear in the door. instantly i feel my cheeks glow my teeth show. instantly we lock eyes. all notice my face light up so all trace my gaze to you. walking directly towards me. you reach down delicately cupping my nape but i’ve already tilted my head upwards to meet your bend. a soft kiss. i explode into a standing position to wrap my arms about you. we smile at each other. all are stunned to witness our moment. but not at all surprised. we smile at all.
there’s laughter. sporadic applause. dropped jaws. oh how cute is this new of course well of course you two we are so happy for you you are
both so happy.

good morning untitled

what happens now save every voicemail not that his tone would have been forgotten but to hear him call me tweety as many times as

snip snip

the magic of a fresh cut i am literally lighter though not by much my shoulders have less to lug my neck has less to

but ok but

write some poems that i can give him ok (but they’ll all be about the hims) good idea bad idea no good twinning and losing

a 5 7 5 for e

peering through thick glass your back to me is waiting any news at all? running down broad steps into your brotherly arms crying without breath!

incircles

is it the ticking of the third hand or the faucet dripping onto discount bulk blueberries both measuring time “going in circles” as he would

a poem about you for you (and you)

you are your own though your temperament reminds me of him your head is more ripe mango while his was more soft plum my love