You're Frickin Cute

This isn't the time for infatuation.

But you seem so whole under the sunlight,
Shining on you and just you. The room
Is a void with the lights down;
You seem like the speed of light in space.
Your presence makes the vacuum less so.
A sun fusing and diffusing a trillion photons
Coalescing into your smile,
Coalescing in my sight.
Coalescing from corona to cornea;
You are my line of vision to the heavens.

Don't believe yourself. You are magnificent.
You look like you've been loved across
The universe. I think I'll stay here, brightness
adjacent (I'm afraid I'll get burned again).

This isn't the time for infatuation,
But can you blame me?

The Thing I Wrote Because the Play Started Late

Waiting for (more?) him,
tapping your fingers to old joy,
you are rhythm and patience
and excitement unheard of.

He comes back but he won't hold you tonight
and I just don't understand why-

Why he's holding your hand before the curtain rises
like it's a cheap, half-empty wineglass;
Why he's holding you just barely and so incompletely;
Why he's holding you like he doesn't know you're going to save him;
Why he isn't holding you as desperately
as recklessly
as I would.

Mahal, it breaks my heart to see yours so unloved.

The only thing I want to say is:
He is too lucky to have you.