Kismet

We toasted to kismet at Korochka.

And I did feel like jelly on our first date,

fruity with a wobble 

from the way you licked the cold off my skin.

And yes, when I saw your soft brown eyes

fill with tears at the end of the movie,

I felt intimidated – which never happens.

And of course, we both saw it:

heaven’s edge curled open 

like your smile when we played 

that game at the park, 

the one with the clouds and the dabbling ducks,

but I changed the subject.

Because what love isn’t cosmic? 

And what cosmos isn’t stalked by ghosts?