Back When Tigers Smoked

 i am hopeless

 and You split in two

At the top of the stairs

we kiss for the first time 

   

At the bottom of the stairs I write

"TLW" on a pack of American Spirits

i think it’s too soon

to be writing couplets

but here i am

splitting hairs with You

What's next?

A Fucking Shakespearean Sonnet

 

Back when tigers smoked, we had it easy

When led by weather and intuition,

there is no such thing as anxiety

Our bodies grow strong with repetition

Back then, the night met every morning

with a grin, plans already in motion 

Their greatest purpose, known without saying

The hardest part had already been done 

Will you meet me in the afternoon sun

at the exact time shadows disappear

Will you speak in words I will not question 

When that moment passes, if you’re still here  

we’ll go back in time, before my heart broke  

we’ll meet in the past, back when tigers smoked

In the meantime 

i will write a poem

It will be a couplet

abruptly interrupted by a sonnet