If I met you again tomorrow Knowing you, I would point to the sun and say: I drew that for you see wrinkled in the rain. But would you find me strange?
Would you trace love into my palm? Tug on me to tug on you, Arms and fingertips, skin and muscles Made electric elastic between us?
Or would you stand… Blink… Awkward…ha ha… smile and Get the hell out of there?
Quickly too, on bouncy toes Leaving poor me No choice but to chase you down, Squeeze your shoulders and Show you the future In my eyes