I’m drunk, and you are perfect,
which is an ideal compliment because
you were perfect before I was drunk
You’re not actually flawless, I realize,
but (gawd) how close you come
You dwarf the entire history of competition
You disappoint without disappointing
I could look in your eyes for five seconds
and stretch the moment’s weight for five years
All who came before you would flush with envy
if they knew just how little they matter
by way of comparison
I could die a starving smile,
fat-full of the passion you’ve imparted
Even the dead names fail to evoke
that childlike wonder which saturates me
whenever we happen to share the same square
of space-time
You are the secret love of my life,
and I’ve too much honesty to afford you
We are playing chess;
there will be no loser
Checkmate is only the beginning
of that tale we were destined to duo