Category: These River Cities

We’re overlooking the river when
I tell you about how it took me three years
to discover Ann Arbor has a river.

It was a story that ended
With a woman proclaiming
“These river cities.”

You enjoyed it
I could feel your joy and admiration
Explode off your skin like solar flares

I almost kissed you
Almost again

But I held back.
(I play it safe with my body, not so much with my heart)
After the first missed opportunity I promised
To not let it slip by me again but I did
I held back a second time.

It would have been a beautiful moment
Wondrous and mystic
Which I happen to prefer over the mundane and drunken

When I kiss you
I won’t be stoned
And I won’t be drunk

When I kiss you