Bound to fall in love.
After Bound by The Ponderosa Twins Plus One.
Nervous hugs, hearts snug, late dates and baby name lists,
I dreamt aloud, heart allowed, yet never played games:
we dreamt aloud, laughed, ordered food, laissez-faire, like;
slow kiss, three courses, no worries, street-light deep as warm electricity.
A privilege to fuck like luck smiled down on us, beaming,
stuck summer suns, frowns, perplexed, lost in memory;
bound to fall in love sooner or later: that’s how it works,
if I’d let it— self surprised; blue skies, hair twirls, picnic blanket unfurled
for five hours or more.