Settle
Settling in brings me down.
The spontaneity of dinner dates devolves into habit,
and the old dividing factors are replaced
as zeroes in our equation.
Always on the same page,
licking each others’ fingers when it’s time to turn.
Battles of the senses are common practice
in the dark,
and our semi-insistent celibacy has lasted this long.
My heart still pitters when I hear your voice,
patters when you put down the controller and pick up my hand.
The weight of my keys is heavier every weekend,
your back door more resistant to my grip
as I leave home once again for a bed I wish
was not my own.
Settling in brings me down.
But perhaps,
settling down will bring me in
for good.
Just a little thing on missing the man for the day. Haven’t written a love poem in a long while. It’s kinda nice to write one again. ^_^