Napkin Poem No. 2

When my inhibitions fail me,
I can admit to the world
in plain english the simple
fact that I can’t live w/o you.
When my inhibitions fail me,
the portrait of you and I
that I keep locketed behind
closed eyes stops being
so formal and is replaced
with the way we laughed,
forehead to forehead,
the first time we failed at sex.
When my inhibitions fail me,
I return your lubby-dubby
texts before you send them.
When my inhibitions fail me,
I write love poems on bar napkins
and read them to anybody
who will listen.
When my inhibitions fail me,
I stop being the calculated
bastard you married
and become the child
who you learned to love with.
When my inhibitions fail me,
I stop failing you.

by James Patrick Schmidt

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