The other day I watched a teenage boy

walk across four lanes of traffic with his

middle fingers in the air

just to hug a girl

on the other side.

Romance can be wild

but when I mistake


for fearlessness

I wonder why we were ever taught

that it should be dangerous

to love us

Truly, it isn't that brave to

throw yourself into another.

I could throw myself into


right now,

if I was rude

and had nothing

better to do.

Why not instead

care for someone 

the way the light cares

for an uneven landscape

or the silver cares

for a stream it barely remembers

or the gardener cares

for a complicated ground,

so shy it pools up

They hold even the untouchable close,

bow down to the precious.

my lovers take their shoes off in the house

they would never make demands