we don't have much time

eighteen days left in my undergraduate career
a few more after that and he's gone.

all of this hasn't lasted long
so it's easy to make it ideal in my head:
he was the one to touch the darkness with the lily.

first kiss at the twilight-reflecting pool,
rain-cooled and huddling on the floor of
our locked room, bright windows
blank eyes staring in at us.

bunk bed sex like it's freshman year
this time on the other end of things
battling dorm room claustro-
and your roommates' homo-
phobia
we make mine "uncomfortable" because
we take a shower together.
good thing she didn't walk in
ten minutes ago.

don't need to forget but the day is coming
when i must, once again. it is funny because
it has never been me or the other who wants it to stop.