Everyone
is afraid to fall in love,
because when you fall,
and the other just watches,
every feeling feels shattered,
  every dust of your world
   collapses at your feet,
    you swear you’re
rotting
decomposing
dying

Until  someone
reminds you, if
they ever do,
you’re alive.

I'm giddy;
it's like high school. Your smile buckles my knees, and your laughter makes me weak.

I can't wait to see you.
Thoughts of you, and your silly jokes, confused face, and that hair.
You're Beautiful.

Your eyes are so full of life, and I can't get enough.

Black and white movies
play behind us
As I make you question
The whole **** world.

Mind ****
Is what you call my theories,
My stories,
My questions,
My answers.
“Is that bad?”
I ask you. You
tell me I never could tell
when you were interested
or were telling me it was bad.

I suppose you’re right.


Babe,
you ask later,
as I read,
and you watch the movie,
what is the quadratic formula?

I don’t look up
but I can feel
that **** near perfect smile.
You always do this,
ask me random questions
that aren’t useful anymore
at not least to us.

So I recite it.
And you laugh.
And I laugh.
And we continue being together
Doing different.

You ask me several more
Over the course of the movies and books.
What is flash fiction?
What is life?
What is **** made from?
Do you know that Mark Twain novel—?
Yes, I love your questions.
I love you.

Babe,
you say,
What is love?
I don’t respond.
I want to say another
dictionary definition
but it doesn’t come out.

“Mind ****,” I say.