Loving You is Dangerous

Loving you is dangerous

Because you are a mess

Your hands are moist,

holding them is like sticking mine in the ocean

Salty and heavy with a layer of film that never comes off

Remember

That time you baked cookies

You released them from the scorching oven, let them cool till warm

Piled those babies on that expensive glass plate my mother gave us

You sashayed over to me,

drenched in your natural sheen, rosed with pride,

And then you dropped them.

Your hands are water slides

Like the one at my aunt’s barbecue

Remember

, it was mid-July,

The sun a burnt orange

Your vision blurred to everything but opportunity

You exuded want,

Finally you would impress my family

All the adults were going through slip slide whatever,

The opportunity was in your sights

You slid through surfing style like the big Kahuna you are

Wild blue drops glittering

Everyone basking at your slip slide prowess!

And then you slipped

Somehow even you were to too slippery for that slide

Loving you is dangerous

Not just to you, but to me

Your accidental, constant curse

Your sweaty palms aren't the worst

They never caused me trouble

Neither splashed nor left salty puddles

They’re nice and real

Like an orange when squeezed a little

Sticky, shiny, rough, thick, encompassing, present

A reminder

Of who you are, of our closeness

Loving you is dangerous

Because you're no longer here, and all I can do is,

Remember