Dear Lovers,
I wonder if you
all see the same face
with eyes glazed with wetness
in the same way
every time I fall in love
with you
and you
and you, do you
see the same sleepy smile every sunrise
when you want to take me out
to coffee,
to pancakes,
to stroll
together
do my fingers tremble
in the same staccato
when I reach out to palm
each of your cheeks
and maybe each pair of us
was beautiful
in our own duet or,
maybe not