absolutely

it's hard to not qualify the last
nine-days with a numerical proposition,
because I haven't tasted your kiss
since the last of never, but until then
I will wake up to church bells
like a lucid embrace day after day

and while I think clarity is overrated,
I can hear optimism in the way you say
my name, as if the repetition could
will me to never want to leave your side

because I could lie, but I'm happy
two steps away from security