Prolonging The Ride Poem by Belle Violet

• What he shouldn't know
is a multitude of things.
I'd hate for him to find me
pitiably depressing.
But I really think he anchors me.
Right now, I'd be
in bed with him,
If he'd hold me.
But the idea of an everyday
makes me wanna
tear away.
I can't swallow
Mundane Monday,
Typical Tuesday,
a work week
of obligatory,
and a weekend spent
acquiring
groceries.
I like late nights,
too much wine,
especially now that it's
almost
summertime.
Rolling over for kisses,
despite, I can't see him.
I like not seeing
his toothbrush
on the daily.
I like that he's in no
position
to change me.
I like to get pictures and texts.
Even warm Hershey kisses.
I like knowing
he misses this.
I like that he still
fixes things.
But like all
handsome fellas,
his charm loses luster
and inevitably, fades.
Like scarlet drapes
deprived
of shade.
It's almost why,
I guess,
I prefer seeing him
at night.
so much you can still hide.
on both sides.
(Well,
it prolongs the ride...)

I don't want a man to demystify.
It destroys
what there is to enjoy
and I already like that
I like this boy.
But he is an anchor,
for sure.
I don't know if I'm enjoying
this tether,
or if I'm ready
to snap
his cord.