Street Cred

She is wearing false moth wing eyelashes,
and a headband with horns,
because she is in the band that plays at midnight.
And he is plainer than day, so to speak,
but has nice blue eyes and doesn't smoke.
She kisses him with her eyes and he complains
he feels creeped out.
They're on crooked, he says, and she agrees.
What can she do now.
So it is with them, before and after,
the secrets of happy couples.
They hold hands, fingers touching at the tips,
and she rocks back on her heels,
balancing like that, looking at each other
as their fingertips press and pull in opposite directions.
Balancing like that, with the kind of love I envy,
with the kind of love I admire.