A Platonic Love
A Poem
When I’m with you I find that I don’t need to have sex with you,
or kiss you,
just to feel intimate with you.
I like how we can replace heavy make-out sessions
with long and intense conversations
about our childhood memories and
the stories that created us.
I like how the graze of my fingers through your hair
can fill in the void
where I would need to do that during sex.
I like how I can fall asleep on your bed,
without feeling the need to take off my clothes
and tell you dirty things
as you pin my body down for dear life.
I love how when you dance with me
or ride our bikes together,
it's like a date without having to owe each other
the physicalities that come with relationships.
I like how we can replace these small things with
dinners, lunches, and breakfasts,
long and strenuous study sessions that take most of our days
and yet still have this tension built between us
as though we are disgruntled lovers.
As though I’ve known you for years and yet
I’m still learning how to exist with you.
However, if this platonic connection that we share
was to ever evolve
beyond our innocent touches and
our heads that lean on each other’s shoulders,
I would embrace that transition more than you’d know.
I’d spend the night and won’t bother for making
weak excuses to leave early,
wondering if you’d stop me.
You’d give me your sweatshirt,
not just because I’m cold
but because you want the eminence of my perfume.
I’d be able to hold your hand and not have to overthink
how our skins graze softly against each other.
I won’t have to walk to your place for breakfast because
I would only have to get out of bed and walk down a small hallway
into the kitchen.
You would no longer have to judge me for my strange taste in men
or the type of men who contact me through dating apps,
because we’d have each other.
