Once we've got ourselves semi settled,

the latest order is incoming 

for a kiss which is destined to be

all too dispassionate and short lived.

It serves a purpose, if nothing else. 

 

Remember when you used to bite your tongue

and I'd pontificate, unchallenged?

A few jokes later, you'd bite my tongue 

too; was that a seductive technique

or were you trying to tell me something?

 

Anyway that's neither here nor there. 

So now for the interrogations...

Yes I've brushed them, you saw me do it/

I am on my side of the mattress.

From the resulting groan, love's seeds are sewn. 

 

I drift off to an image of us

like restless kids on a camping trip -

full of Rioja and anecdotes -

before the back-to-back position,

before we groaned and grew together.