Le Vainqueur (De Mon Coeur) Poem by Lors Dilouley

you write and then me.
we play each other back and forth
with our banter
and no one quite knows
and no one quite understands

but you are watching me
and I you.
you stoop to tap my short legs
and i jump to pat your head
le vainqueur lofoque et moi.

threats of contact with feet
and socky pens
are combatted and exchanged
with fiery arrows of
golden toenails and worm-filled messenger bags.

can anyone know?
how could they understand?
for 3 years it has been this way
only growing more OOC
only getting closer...

...until i know you.
and you know me.
which buttons to push,
the coy comments to make
cleverness and wit must be our love language.

i love to see you laugh
and shake your head and smile
and i know just what to say
just what to do
to elicit such a response.

because i know you.
not yet all of you,
but i recognize your heart, your personality
from any other.
and i choose it above all the rest.

we are friends,
and that's my favorite part of what we have.
we love, yes, but with friendship too.
and that's why this time,
it's better than before.