Savoring

in the dark of yesterday
you kissed me like I was brand new
playing
games like kittens
inside soft blue

visions
of pretending
that we aren't meant to

you sang, dear
"coffee-stained eyes,
I hope you know my love"

and for a moment
I did(!)
and scurried
with

amnesic fingers
to thrust the
feeling of it
past the bone and blood,
to
force the truth of it
into my heart,

        Heedful
of
Tommorow's thief.
His constant tries
to steal
our specks of joy.