things

I wonder about us, sometimes.
if there was such a thing
I mean.

If I were yours, and you were
- would you be mine? Some
don't care for the implication

Let's say it was great, and
would go on for years with no end
in sight, I won't say "forever"

that's premature,

but what would our things be?
That grew up between us,
in the strange shape created
between just about any two people
who let it

beginning at random, and continued
as a joke you fall in love with,
that gets funnier each time you find
new ways to tell it, or just do it

the dumb old original classic way.
With an ironic dull face like "duh"

What would our sayings, doings,
rituals be?

Would we always enter parties
simultaneously through separate doors
with elaborate battle plans, contingencies
and signals drawn up?

Would we grow to love commercials,
as we each look pointedly
to the other, for their
sober critique - themes and motifs,
comparisons with other campaigns
and brands, social significance
- perfectly serious,
and occasionally disgusted
like a pissed-off film critic, or
disagreeing on merits, with unbelief
in the other's sudden lapse of taste?

Would we develop an elaborate system
of cuddling with steps and progressions,
and joke about publishing an illustrated
manual? Is "The Kama Sutra of Cuddling"
taken?

Would we over time develop one of those
private babytalk voiced cutesy goo goo
languages? I swear I will be vigilant
on my guard against it.

Will we always look around for stolen
moments when we can snoot our noses
with no one any the wiser?

Will one of us occasionally force it a bit,
an awkward, unsuccessful attempt to get
this or that approved and adopted?

As a thing. As one of our things.

You can't really force those things,
though. They have to happen

or not

seemingly by accident