(A sonnet.)
We have always been touch and go, leaning
in, lips almost kissing, hands and fingers
interlaced yet pulled away, dark eyes seeming
to speak volumes of great love which lingers.
We flinch and fiddle, dance around the defining
of the relationship, instead seeing
Star Wars and cuddling tight, us refining
what we know, cater to each other's needs.
It is a coy night filled with video games,
helping each other with quests of the heart,
battling the monsters that are not so lame,
but never back to back, always apart.
But when the monsters are dead, your eyes smile
and as we kiss, it is all very worthwhile.
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