5.23.21

 

It's fine we don't have years to commit.

We can get to know each other's breath,

sitting at the piano bench.

 It's fun to ride a deadline.

With our sights set past each other's necks 

we might kiss harder.

It's free love like they made on blankets

knowing full well there'd be burrs to brush off later.

It's fucked up the hoops we jump thru

to unpack attraction. I never saw it taught.

I barely saw it happen.

it's fumbling over next steps.

How to call you.

How not to fap it.

How to hug and ramble on D major

not how I want to smash it.

Thanks for the thrill and the attention.

On muted strings I hear your dreams.

Now show me your intentions.