I discuss politics with my lover
For we aren’t merely fools in love;
When we saw
The conversations between us
Were as impassioned as our sighs,
Our choice of each other got cemented, a well-brewed decision.
As I argue and frown and nod and smirk
In these debates
I hurry to hold him and love him in my head
Alternating between ‘leisurely’ and ‘feverishly’
Lest time runs out.
First published in Writers Asylum, 21 July 2013.