Least Read Poems About Dating

My feet feel gravity un-gilled. They shuffle
how an airplane lands at night. The towers
hiccuping bubbles like they just had a habanero
telling us which way is up and which way
to burn in inkwater. Here a padded slope
with the headlights of trench fish, bifarious
and lighting the turning down, down, down.
Rows a hushed sway of seaweed heads.
How to show the fish a mirror since they live in one?
Cameron, you couldn’t have imagined the abyss better.
Cut lights, action in seats. We don’t
need a crowd, just the silver screen and the...

he was already impressive
six-two &felt more for muscle
dressed dapper for the snow
we’d had the last two weeks
big brown eyes three weeks fresh
from his tropical day-to-day
I’d suggested coffee a la lockdown
he agreed

told him I don’t talk after
been accused
of the yang snooze on that one
so it was weird that a week later
all I’d wanted to do
was learn him
while he stroked my hair
and traced my arm for two hours
before we drifted off to sleep

we have nothing
obvious in common
except...