Here. This place.
City stretched out beneath us.
This is the place we always come back to.
You
(just just outside me) sitting hip to hip,
laughing so so so
I wrap my arms around.
Try to hold you down.
Not long.
Just time enough to trace a line
around something I saw before
I met
you you you
Then my fingers wander
In your hair. You. Don't.
Even.
Try. And I am so amazed that
you (just being there) are wonderful enough
to
capture me
I think you might be
Broken (but that's okay
Me too).
