Risk
it always comes down to risk, heart-break
ever the bee sting wild itch of first sight, heart-delight
never heeding the throb under old scars, heart-stupid
fated as forever fifteen, hair like waterfall, breasts that hypnotize,
light-hearted
wouldn’t age (“Stop. This never gets asked!”) wouldn’t
I mean
35 or 58 or 70 plus lover's brain cells have figured it out, heart-renegade
laughter is the only resolve, raucous, belly-button-popping, heart-madness
she—always just she—walks by with shadow bagging pounding lusts,
heart-craving
just she, head bobbed up less than a nanosecond, eyes like fangs of innocent
allure, heart-hapless
just, a random glance, a startled inhale, an accidental tingle of fingertips,
just, just, heart-afire
it always comes down to risk, hearts-comforting-as-one