I could say so much
trapped in between the
silences
& all we ever brought to our
cluttered tables

you mislead me
& I falter on the fine print
I make up in my
love-lusted imperfected
daydreams
never citing my sources
'cause God knows there aren't any

just intuition, baby
& your carefully crafted hand
on my hip

you ever seen her dance?
she don't dance too well
but hell, she's got a lot of heart
& you can't ignore a woman
like that

even if she is just a girl
she loves to dream
once more living life as a
rebellious teen
though her grip was forever
clenched upon the fear
of consequence

just wait
one day she'll light up
& not give a ****
who's watching


if you're lucky
it might be
you