let's cut to the chase.
stagger through barely unlocked doorways
tripping off jeans over still-tied shoes
falling onto unmade beds, a mess of belt buckles and baffling buttons
scrambling hands and hungry mouths
exploring every surface within reach
teeth tugging, hair pulling, air- gasping
I want you to want me so badly you forget to breath.
collapse into covers, inviting embrace.
but make no mistake,
boy, let's cut to the chase.
we know where this stumbling, tumbling, fumbling leads.
and it isn't marriage ceremonies.
or happy endings.
inevitabilities.
soon, distance will destroy this life we both lead.
but why would I lead a life of misery
when I can have what is sitting right in front of me?
each second lost, is resolve gained
perhaps if we pretend you're not leaving, nothing will change.
*. . . if we can just tell ourselves, May will n e v e r come . . .
. . . winter will n e v e r end . . .*
if ignorance is bliss, and there is no escape...
let's lie to each other; let's lie to ourselves.
let's not waste our time; let's cut to the chase.