the best of us

its the trip over a thin wire in the dark, the way I love you
unexpected and, strangely, fully committed.
the way you pass someone on the sidewalk and its fully cemented
that you will never know them but
find yourself creating movie nights by the fire
in the winter, with the glimpse of their form.

its still summer time, the way I love you
like bare shoulders when the air gets too warm.
the way the door drifts open when you need out but
for no reason we keep the windows shut.

i feel sick at this new struggle, the way I love you
like in the twisted shell of a nautilus.
exposed on the sand in the moon's neap tide,
there might be hope for us.
Poseidon is tumultuous, but I bet not tired
of love.