Archi

I have raced you to the edge of this.
We have traversed this afternoon like a landscape,
clambering up the heights,
picking our way down the lows,
searching for places to give
our breath away to.
We have talked for so many hours.
We have clung to every word,
painstakingly tying the threads of conversation,
lovingly running our lips over the knots
we find in each contentious debate.
Our minds have met, have melded,
we navigate social norms and literary criticism,
and somehow end up in heated discussion
about the best ice cream parlor.
My butt is sore from the latticework
of this wrought iron chair and
your coffee has long grown cold.
We sit outside of the cafe and breathe
cigarette smoke from the other diners.
The shadows begin to purple and
I am exhausted but joyous,
happy to explore the world from my armchair
with a friend.