I want to have fun with you,
like those over-the-top, cheery people in rom-coms.
And I’ve got a collection of silly moments
stored behind my eyelids.

Let’s try…

You, me, a shower curtain, baby oil, and a trampoline.
When we finally catch each other—
after a lot of laughter, some cursing, and a strange sunburn on your back—
I want to be laughing so hard against your lips
while you check me for bruises,
until I forget how to laugh.

Let’s try…

That...