I finally realized that sometimes the worst kisses were really the best kisses.
Like every time we tried to kiss and our teeth hit because we couldn't stop giggling and laughing.
Or when our lips were tight against our face, because we couldn't stop smiling at each other.
Those were the kisses we had.
Even after years of being together, those were our kisses.
Beautiful, memorable, awful kisses.
I'll not waste good chapstick,
on bad kisses anymore.
Title: Love in the Time of Coronavirus
Medium: Digital Camera
Artist: Local Idiot
No one is beautiful,
Like she is beautiful.
She said something about me being a good listener. I don't know, I wasn't paying attention.
I don't think our love was like any storybook,
We worked like cold, clinically drafted plans.
She told me exactly what she needed to build foundations, as I did for her.
And we both learned to be architects along the way.
We learned to read instructions written in two different languages, the hidden meaning of gestures.
Reenforcing weakness and learning failure points.
It may not be as exciting as any great book but I know what it will look like in the end.
.... because she comes with a troubleshooting section.
I use to like riding the metro around the city with with no predetermined destination.
I grow tired of my poetry.
It's all that you will know of me.
It really hasn't grown on me,
when I read it in my mind.
If I was Burger King I'd make a better Whopper and call it The Whoppest.
My ice cream is always exactly 15% ice creamier after I see her.
Her science holds up.