Just In Case

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.

Still,

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.