The Inbetweeners
Would you let me lie on your chest,
and listen to my narcissistic ramblings,
play with my hair while I do so
while I secretly trace your finger patterns.
Would it make things awkward between us
if I ask you for a hug, one so fierce
one that lasts longer than twenty seconds
tell me, would it make things awkward
Would you stop asking why I just gaze at you
when I'm grappling with that question myself
Why, I wonder, I become a puddle
and melt at the sight of one silly smile
Would you notice anything about this
Of how I let you off easily than others
with all the annoying stuff that you pull off
I give myself migraines to find excuses to defend you
Would you know that even when I'm listening
to people talk around me, its your silence
that registers acutely, my heart skipping a beat
yearning to hear that gratingly glorious voice of yours
Would you know this weird thing that I do
to evoke a maverick response from you,
that when it just lights up your face
I sit back and watch in secret fascination
Would you know this weird thing that you do
that makes people fall head over heals for you
while you go around making jokes, seemingly oblivious
to the growing puddle of melting hearts around you
Would you know anything about
this continual need to touch each other
or how difficult it is to tame down that
yearning of physical intimacy and desire
Would you see through the games I play
Of trying not to see you for days
and then, royally blow my self-respect off
by back-hugging you when I finally do.
Would you ever wonder about what we mean
to each other, would things be different
if we are to change ourselves to fit
as we imagine ourselves to fit with others
Would it matter to us if we are
more than friends and less than a couple,
the misfit in-betweeners, swinging back and forth
just happy for this time together, now, in this moment.
Copyright © Nandana Nallapu | Year Posted 2015
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