sunday
we head to the Van Morrison concert
by intermission
your tongue is in my mouth

after the show
you play harmonica
in your water tower abode
I spill, “I think I love you”
you nudge me to stay

but since I’d been forewarned
excitement
could rip open
the small retinal tear
in my left eye
I say, “sorry, not tonight,
eye laser in the morning”

two days later
eye healing
you call
we do it

blindfolded