We drank our whiskey from a cup
I wore red, memorable
Shining
You kick back with little tufts
Of hair that align your arms
Reading dark poetry in bed
It is hard for me to wait for silence
I fill it up in fear of what may or may not be said.

You embrace me from behind
Pull up my skirt
And look down at me
Like I'm a beacon.

I'm vulnerable and I've been badly hurt
I try to embrace the space
The distance of us running in opposite directions
I keep the lights turned off
During this quiet time
In order to maximize my health.

You play the keyboard
You sing into a mic
Strumming and ******* your guitar
How could I not want you?

One of my best friends really likes you
Pushing back on my antics
While still admiring me
Just how I need it.

I'm not sure where this will lead
But we both acknowledge how present we are
You speak, you commincate
I listen.