I would marry you in a heartbeat
if either of us was the marrying kind,
or so inclined to be exclusive,
or if we swung from that same vine.
But I would never date you
because you are too dear to me
to ever lose in a lover’s feud.
You play the heartful chord
between comfortable connection
and my watery knees,
the flutter of butterflies
beneath my rib cage,
like skating super fast on the river,
to swimming in a frothy, choppy sea.
If I ever mixed friendship with romance
I could lay my head beside you
and beg to be let in
to your careful thoughts.