i.
we traded yoga posturing,
yet threw out the unwelcome mats
to loving gestures in public.
we filled ashtrays
over long debates on
quantum mechanics and
self-righteous bastards.
ii.
late night sit-coms and
digital wonders filled our
slackened habits-
cuddle time incense
burned our need
for fresher air
and breathing techniques.
our hands splayed palm-to-palm,
are the same finger length.
iii.
you passed the litmus test
of my brother...
with my jumbalaya,
you dished up a proposal
in-between a "pass the salt."
neither the pedestal of adoration,
nor the living fear of consequence
were present-
iv.
so I raided the fish bins
of my hostile memories,
and remembered that even
numbness is a feeling...
acknowledged the void
as a palpable and tangible force,
while the claws of regret
wanted to seal my eyes shut.
convulsions of helpless rage
erupted and escaped in
hyperventilated hiccups.
this could not be avoided...
yet you understood.
v.
all the while, lobster claws
held open my blinding sclera-
as I drenched your black shirt
in saline, my forehead resting...
on comfort's collarbone.
I finally said, "yes."
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