The eighth wonder of the world

There’s a rooftop in Berlin

Your ashtray on the side

You’re having what i think is your third cigarette during this conversation

I don’t mind

I gave up years ago but I’ll welcome the taste when it’s on your tongue

We’ve been talking about everything

Like all the ways we’ve tried

You’re laughing with whatever levities I compulsively throw in the mix

You are much much better at sincerity than i am

But, well

If i were to give it a go

I’d say something corny

Despite my new aversion

I’d say you make it feel like

Love is central to my person

You’re easy on the eyes

And move through me like summer

I’d say something corny like

The eighth and final wonder

Is here between us breathing

In everything with touch

Our one and only reason

Darling maybe this is

I kinda fell out of love with poetry for a bit

Somewhere along the line I forgot what it was all about

Ushered into the internet poet’s society and all of a sudden I’m trying way too hard to sound smart and forgetting

The syntax of things will never wholly kiss you

You remind me that constantly

Like last night, on the phone, when i asked you to repeat yourself

You were painting with these huge blue brush strokes and there I was dotting i’s and crossing t’s

You are so honest when you speak, even more so with your body

If I was free like that maybe then

I’d say something corny

Despite my new aversion

I’d say you make it feel like

Love is central to my person

You’re easy on the eyes

And move through me like summer

I’d say something corny like

The eighth and final wonder

Is here between us breathing

In everything with touch

Our one and only reason

Darling maybe this is

Love