you tell me your kinks on a night with no rain but damp sidewalks
you murmur your desires into a phone that carries the vibrations of your voice 8 hours to where i sit pretending I'm not getting high
in a parking lot with strangers who are supposed to be friends
we talk of forever and plans for forever and ideas for forever
and ever
come here with your bloodied feet and carry me back to where we fell in love
on a bridge over a dirty river
under blankets in a broken home
in your neighborhood underneath a streetlight
bundle me up for the next winter we spend together
for the next blizzard we sleep through entwined
so help me up from this fall that i’ve taken
there’s a cockroach in the kitchen and flys mating on the counter
they tell me how lucky i am to have you