The Difference


Romance is only itself when walking in the rain, pointing out clouds buzzed like bees

Stick out our tongues and taste the honey and if it isn't too sweet, it isn't sweet enough

With all our barking, we never circled the rug, we should've, must've, had to have known

That before being crazy for each other, we had to be crazy

And I was and am and you were and are and we are and were

When dampening the page corners of what is real and what isn't

I admire your portrait; spin the ice cubes through my scotch and think,

The only difference is the difference.


Published at Quail Bell Magazine