Love

I can look at this
From the slant of a lover.
I have been loved.
Swell, but I learned
That Good Guy is 
A throbbing pipe dream.

It doesn't even go that way.
In painting, I found us.
We found ourselves
Staring without words
He expresses himself
Simply.

Did he almost kiss me?
He's not so bold.
I left it wide open
To the point of lingering.
This time, he didn't run,
I did.

He chose the cheek
And a gentle caress
On the back,
Hand inside of my jacket,
Tender. He went in,
Bought me medicine.

He shows love with gestures,
Needs to be invited
To show affection.
Yet, when released
 Unfettered and fierce
"Che cos'e'? Che cos'e'?"

What rowdy joy!
A wink in the kitchen,
A mouthful,
A beautiful bite of clams,
Two fervent brushes
In two weeks.

Can I feel content?
I do, in moments.
I want it to remain so.
Yet I choose to get bent.

Just an Observation