But, every single
song reminds me of You and
Your stupid guitar

Two carefree souls trying not to collide
Silk linen enveloping each other whirling around and around and around in the boundless spiral competing to consume
Never touching and already hopeless
Together moving but standing still, struggling for ambiguity
Entranced by each other, nobody moves
Bursting with anticipation and hesitation
An adventure of the worst kind
No one dares step forward
Neither steps back
An ancient thought spent before it began
Exhausted before they had a chance
No one heard it happen – no one would even believe it
Two reckless souls crashed long ago

I.
Summer began when you appeared
Friday night and too many Coronas
You took over my body on her couch
I knew it was bad – but I was had
My stupid-drunken-self stumbled home
And your arm was around my waist
In twenty minutes you convinced me
In twenty minutes you unraveled me
In twenty minutes you ravished me

For that month you hardly left the bed
I could smell you hours later
And welcomed it back every time

II.
We ******
You rambled
You left
I cried
(My friends hate you)
You came back
It happened once again
(but I drank the rest of your wine)
The Month was over

III.
Too much cheap ***
Too much cheap tequila
Too much cheap beer
I danced in a cage
A Pink Lady called at 1am
Aladdin answered
Or was it Genie?

IV.
Beauty and delight, talking to you
Beauty and delight, ******* you
I want to love you, but the idea is far better
You’re the worst kind
Completely right in every way
Completely wrong in every way
I can handle it, I swear
You just need to shut up

V.
The smell of your skin lingering
The silk of your hair tingling
It’s all I feel walking home
Such a shame, the two of us