You can't make a move without me jumping to attention
or yelling "You Ok?" from the bedroom.
Every time you get up to pee I stand in the doorway
and ask you questions about your thoughts on corporal punishment
or how many grams of sugar you think are in a medjool date.
I'm constantly in your space and it drives you mad.
This is only speculation.
You never let on,
quietly thinking, then answering:
'I was spanked as a kid and turned out just fine'
Sometimes when you leave I imagine it's the last time
we'll ever kiss and sometimes I ask to ride along to your lessons
because of that fear.
Mostly though, I just want to be close to you.
I want to see your smirk and your skeptical eyes
when I tell you a lie
or make-up voices for strangers walking the street.
And when we get home
I want to do ridiculous dances for you in the living room
while we listen to big band
and you play on your iPad
pretending not to notice.
I want to be with you forever
but right now will have to do.
