it’s a bird, it’s a plane, it’s his hands, it’s his name

that drags you into the game and drives you insane

he’s the stillness of a summer day in the backseat of your chevrolet

he’s red white and blue, what you could sink your teeth into

he’s the notes you pass discreetly in the church pew

the flush in your face when you think of his grace

though your socks, shirts, and keys are all over the place

your toes grip the edge of the diving board

and time will tell if you end up getting bored

of wet hair and burnt skin before you find another pool to jump in

sneaking out the back door, waking up and wanting more

wondering what the hell you’re keeping it a secret for

school’s out, you’re an open book

the shades are off for a second look

at a report card of your failing grades

and the map you carved in his shoulder blades

you’re two halves that don’t fit the whole

may god have mercy upon your soul