Under the Moon

Under the moon we would sit 

letting the water from the lake tickle our toes

and the angry wind blow our hair out of place.

we’d laugh, at jokes that weren’t funny;

argue about things they say you should never talk about;

or, just sit. silently watching the city light up under the dark dome.

us being so far away that we could admire it’s beauty

and close enough to remember it’s indiscretions.

I hungered for nights like these.

and you’d feed me; with passion, curiosity, excitement.

It was so easy being with you.

as if you were a habit i picked up and dared never to put back down.

our time together

was ordinarily spectacular. 

many Saturdays spent with pizza or waffles

a couch that we both somehow fit on

and a freezing winter

slowly dissipating in the sun’s ambitious glare.

entangled in blankets

we’d watch the fight, between winter and sun

hoping that the sun would win.

spectacular because

in-between afternoon naps and mindless television

we talked

and laughed

and danced.

slowly losing our individuality. 

slowly becoming "us" or "them"

slowly fearing what was to come next

something we wanted but didn’t want

something we both felt but didn’t admit

that slowly, surely, we were falling in love.

and not the kind of love that you can brush off the next day

but the kind that sticks. the kind that can be felt like heat rising from dark skin

the kind, that is so embedded in you, people notice a glow

or a scent

that wasn’t there before you 

and surely wouldn’t be thereafter.

we both feared this kind of love

because soon, the nights that we longed for

would become just 

ordinary.

we’d feel the lake at our feet so many times

that we’d start to complain 

soon, your laughter will be so heinous that i’d stop telling jokes

and I’d rather sit out in the winter’s tough air

than lie with you under the security of our blanket

soon, ha, my blanket will become our blanket.

most people longed for this kind of love. 

spend their whole lives searching for it.

but not "us"

two selfish people, for different reasons

you, having experienced love in the most purest and simplest form,

no longer believed in it.

me, having never known love, was unsure if it truly existed.

we merged together, met in the middle, and now we’re

two people who