-for e.b.s.

The sunlight comes through the curtains
You ask what time it is

Your back is to me
You face the wall

What time is it?
There isn’t time

Soon. However,
you roll over, kiss me

You do all sorts of things:
bring water with lemon, black coffee, a SPAM and cheese omelette

I watch your back arch to the sun,
us waiting for me to decide when to leave

I love you, you’re here again—-
moving, but here, welcoming my love once again

Please don’t shatter it
Walk me out instead of just to the door

I am not perfect; this is not perfect—-
has not and will never be—-but please stay a friend

I love you