You kiss me somewhere between

The portrait of two boys bathing

And a photo of three open graves;

At the time, we're sitting down,

And our conversation has been clever-

Everyone knows we're art savvy

And stupidly in love.

I look at you and think:

No one paints eyes like your eyes

Or can sculpt your shoulders

And I'll never be able to write about this-

I am that happy.

You smile and kiss me again.

"I don't get it,"

I say at some point

And you assume I mean the art.

"Don't worry,"

Your wings assure me,

"It's crappy and I love you."

Our feet go echoing down the stairs

Past some good art, past some bad

Some silence, some conversation

Comfortable even at the coat check;

Your Frodo Lives hoodie, my old backpack,

These moments when we were princes.