Here we are again, wading deep in the words,
our smiles perched like houses on stilts,
our serene expressions a temporal shoreline.
For I saw it too, a lucid meaning beneath layers
of reflection, sinking quickly to the bottom
when we kissed. I tried to retrieve it,
our fragile link, so easily cut. These words,
if left misunderstood, twist in the lambent light
of our movements, leading to misgivings.
But we continue anyway, sustained by decorum:
an understanding that comes with many years.
Once upon this shore there is no returning
to before. Love, despite its idyllic description,
is the tension at the surface holding us afloat.