And we sat on your couch
Making out
While La Dispute sang in
The background

Spoken poetry
and
Tied tongues
Blended together

And became hands
On bodies
And heavy breathing
Touching in all

Of the right places
And I was consumed
By fire in my belly
And you stared

At me with the same
Fire in your eyes
And your fingers
Were greedy

As they discovered
All of my secrets
And my creases
And you kissed me