a study in befriending romance

unplanned, a warm truth, from the blue-
a hand appeared.
your hand appeared.
a diy volcano, but also a rainbow.
a bird, a learning curve.

this is us:
no madness, no frills.

equally chosen and choosing.
a moment to catch myself,
a moment of catching myself.
in the act, red handed.
like 
out 
of 
body
darling, 
are you sure?

befriending romance.
enemy 365. 
301, to be exact.
i’m not one for maths,
but i’m studying
the height at which you fell,
the degree at which you turned back.
hello 

shall we try this again?
introduce ourselves.
sorry, re-
only first names this time,
let’s keep it informal.

it’s all in the writing for me, i say.
in the writing, 
not the words.
in the meaning,
in the learnt,
in the truth,
all in turns.

we know each other 
already
but my growth game reached graduate,
and then some.
you didn’t stick around to see the rest
but i’ll catch you up.
one of us left,
i’m still trying to figure out if it was me or you.

the first time,
i let my mouth hoard the beehive
and my tongue did the bleeding.
listen, you taught me things,
mostly post living and breaking.

skip to now-
Godly assurance.
equally chosen and choosing.

i look down and realise
i have half a foot past the starting line.
edged in,
no thought or purpose
and there you greet me
again,
old friend.