Here, There, and Then

There's a necessity in me
to grab a hold of we
and walk through a morning misty street,
to hold hands and try to match our feet
to the same beat,
to dance in the sun's heat,
to kiss each other at the exact spot snowflakes meet,
to jump in puddles, splish splash, on the concrete,
to be lost in our elaborate conceit*,
to defeat any of the world's deceit,
to intertwine ourselves on the beach, listen & feel complete,
to sway in an empty wave pool, hearing "I love you" on repeat
to know that love is an easy feat
when the passion remains so sweet.

*Conceit - I never realized one definition of conceit is actually imagination and, in this way, I use the word in this poem.