Tiny explosions

An inside joke

Split into a thousand layers, one for the first half of the day

Another for the parts of us that refuse to remain open

Tightly shut, just the way it’s meant to be

Until it’s not, and we’re erupting in laughter

Honesty spilling out at the seams

/

An explosion of softness

My hand framing your face

All of the excuses melting into itself

The moment demands attention and so we give it what it deserves

(Because we are respectful that way)

I’m underwater, the world is quiet

Your beaming face a warm light to return to