you will probably break my
aorta and ventricle someday
i hope a couple million kisses
blush from you lips first
and your smile burns an image
onto my retina
and i hope our romance wears
the upholstery from the hotel sofa
at least twice
i worry beyond my means
and i exaggerate about
the fabric of a sofa
i feel ever so good about you
optimism is sometimes
only misguided reality
but reality is always
brewed from perception
my eyes are fine
with visions of you
and do not worry
i will not hire a cpa
for the kisses
those i will count
and measure myself
and if i make a mistake
i will gladly start again