Funny But Not In a Bad Way

Now who is going to say in a hushed voice that my lower back and ass are amazing,

Or follow my eyebrow with her finger,

Or say, almost to herself, how she loves my thick black hair,

As it falls embracingly over her wondrous face,

Or tickle, clutch, exclaim! at my 'little ribs!'

Now who is going to laugh in such a way

That I cannot tell if she is laughing with me or at me,

While telling me I am 'funny'

For kissing, and then again, the tip of her angled nose,

But add 'but not in a bad way'

Chasing away my insecurity.

Now who is going to present ingenious solutions,

Such as kissing with our eyes open,

to such everyday issues as...

Oh this nonsensical eye-shutting business programmed into the kissing lip,

Meaningless instinct,

Serving only to take her out of my view.

Now who is going to.

Tell me

I am funny,

but

Not in a bad way.