We shared a Mamihlapinatapai,
and then I went to war
thinking of you, when
the slaughter harangued me
with guilt and sorrow for
my dead comrades, but

precious, I will tell you now
how much I’ve wanted you
how much I missed you, and

can we speak out loud now
our scream of love, because

you look so beautiful when
your lips pucker me.

— Douglas Gilbert