This
; what we
have/do
is
not gra
ceful
.
It has all the flow
Of 17-year-thick hormones
(the excessive t's in my stuttter
When I asked you out by the bike racks)
It has all the rhythm
Of a pigeon's head
(bobbing and weaving—
Our first kiss)
I never imagined snuggling
to be so itchy,
or me
to be so twitchy.
I never imagined kissing
to be so loud
(whenever the good guys kiss in movies
it must be the romantic overtures
that cover up the soundtrack of reality.)
Th
Is(us)
is
not gr
aceful
It i
S cho
ppy
Awk/ward
Blushes and(&) ki n ks
and I can' t wait
to get used to it.