The Second Act

You know what I like about you?

You’re like a ring of stones around the fire that I am. I can roar and leap and screech but you keep me there. No wildfires. No destruction of my own making.

You know what I like about you?

Your eyes are blue, like the oceans I say I hate. But I’d gladly dive in if it meant knowing more. If it meant swimming in your seas and shoring up to the land of your psyche, I’d plunge.

You know what I like about you?

The near criminal way you compliment me. And somehow, you make me feel it’s true. I’m so far from a doe-eyed, impressionable girl and yet I swell with glee and blush rosy when you grab my hand.

You know what I like about you?

You.