A Beginning, Lightly

Some sort of brash, and sort of timid,
Working through the mix of both,
And then the victories come,
And he's surrounded.
She closes her eyes and he just lays there, thinking.
Come out quickly.
She fails to drift.
The night will be over soon.

A Middle, Heavily.

I’m pretty sure that we’ve been fighting for the same thing since December. It’s the built-in hazard when people, stubborn as us, like each other. I don’t put myself on this limb too often and to be honest, I balance worse than my fast minded mouth would offer. I don’t know what happened; I know the moment when I realized. Collect all the best pillows you can find. Or, better yet, face what we feel and come over, and sleep.