We say how we feel
without filters,
unless
we talk about possible relationships.
Then the words slow down,
the tempo shifts.
Eyes aren’t on each other,
heaviness persists.
The dance now
syn
co
pated,
we stand on opposite sides of the room.
At the end of the others’ sentences,
we can feel the other
removed.
“I really like this girl I can’t even speak to…”
words evaporate from my mouth.
“I’m kinda seeing someone, he’s considering med,”
his reps double, triple.
Sweat tumbles, wet.
“Looks like your set.”
But then
we are back intertwined.
Talking about who we are in relationships,
without the need of wine.
Connecting the dots
between
our similarities.
Painting a picture the other one doesn’t quite know
of
who we are
and
what we want.
How it looks a lot
like when one of us smiles,
before the other
can say
‘hello.’
Two people enter
Two people undone
Two people exit
but never as one;
undiagnosed
chemistry.
Beyond-curious 