Bouncing off each other when we can’t find the covers and
I don’t want another ‘cause you’re the perfect lover of
Loneliness and happiness and a futurist of the perfect tryst
But
I failed to consider the words that just undid her
To be the highest bidder for her to reconsider the
Stable life as the perfect wife and the sharpened knife causing steady strife

I’ve been getting ready, sturdy, still and steady
Prepared for being sweaty, reminded of the bet he
Lost staying true in the drunken hue of his narrow view over who made you

We won’t have to stay inside
Wouldn’t it be nice to try?

Working towards the week when the
Calls are more than brief and
The plans include the weekend and
The nights are used for sleep and not
Squeezing in all the time for skin and a drink of gin wishing we’d begin
But
I’m ok with waiting while you are stuck debating
The pain of recreating the baiting hate, negating your
Life long plans of sunset tans and
Love that spans to the final dance
Well…
We’ll make up for lost time with slow and steady inclines that
Keep us in the confines of tangled sheets in our minds
When we’re allowed to stand in a crowd saying words avowed loud, unbowed and proud

We won’t have to stay inside
Wouldn’t it be nice to try?