Effing Love Poems: A Matter of Faith

I don’t believe
in love at first sight.
I don’t believe in
love at all, or the rituals
of romance:
flowers, dinner, or candies wrapped
in foil and lace.
I believe,
instead,
in your hand on the small
of my back
and
the heat of your
breath on
my clavicle
as your head inclines
against my chest.
It is enough.
Ask me again tomorrow
and then
maybe I’ll tell you
I believe in the crooked
line of your teeth
and
the blue of your eyes.
It’s enough to 
believe in for now.
I don’t yet
but I can
believe in the
gap across the distance,
in the space between us.
I can believe in
two minds, unmeeting,
calling out over
the chasm.
I can believe in moments
            of
       
               recognition.

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