Delicious is the phase our friendship’s in
that’s barely gone beyond acquaintance yet.
We recognize each other with a grin,
attend each word or nuance, and forget
there’s any other rider on the bus.
Adorable is how we take a chance
with future tense, or now refer to “us,”
so nimble is our hesitation dance.

But sweeter than all those are what I take
away to play with in the days apart:
remembered words and better, for I make
imaginary conversations start,
more perfect even than a fevered touch,
except they never tell me very much.