There are too many coincidences.
Or signs or whatever they call them. 
For this to not be what this is, you and I,
From Sade to Piscataway
To being low key or you may not think that I am but
I can do this all day with you.
Sitting by the lake, holding your hand, taking in this view
Just happy to enjoy your company.
While you grip my thigh and
I ride passenger seat to you, 
learn, you, this sweetest taboo,
What’s on the radio?
Have you heard this one too?
You are giving me mixed signals.
I may have lost connection after I passed
The bridge or so here at Dingmans
But you cannot be my wingman, silly.
We cannot just be friends.
I said yes to the first date.
Technically, a no, to a beach date
But I found myself smiling from ear to ear.
Cheeks big like peaches
Laughing with you over frozen margaritas and salmon
I think everyone in the restaurant heard us laughing.
I love it when you lean in and kiss my forehead like that.
To my nose, my neck, my chest, down to the root
I have been smiling ever since. 
So, this, we cannot just be friends.
We should take a chance on love again.
I’m liking where this is going.
In all seriousness,
No more joking.