I can’t tell if the bouncing lights in your eyes
remind me of the lights in downtown Heaven
or UFOs. Either way, they make me wish
I were an astronaut.
If mystery is a tragic gift, then
you are a mysterious gift
because all the things
I need to know about you are hidden
and I’m a lightning rod
trying to pull information out of
the swelling cumulonimbus of your lips.
Our time together is like waltzing on a frozen pond
with steam iron ice skates, and I am waiting
to see if we burst through the ice
what the last thing you’ll say to me
will be, so I can whisper to you
that this pond is only neck deep.
Joschua Beres is a Texas native who has previously been published in The Camel Saloon, Every Day Fiction and Literary Orphans. He has work forthcoming in The Eunoia Review. Beres is the founder and Editor-in-Chief of The Literati Quarterly. His chapbook “Forty-Five Seconds” is available through Goodreads. His website is here (new window).
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Melancholy Hyperbole 
Sounds like an exciting relationship reminds me of thr Mariah Carey song “Always be my baby”