A quiet child in the backseat, with two lesbian mothers
A new age experiment with granola and ****
I can’t even edge my way into the conversation, I can’t even force it
I can’t understand why you leave so much empty space hanging around
I need someone to lessen the divide, someone I can see myself in

Someone who fills up all the space and doesn't care how
Someone who will feast and starve just to know the craving
Someone who wants a thrill, who wants to know all the ways we can feel
Someone who can match my steps as I walk home, no longer alone
Sharply aware of any creatures awake in the dark, because we’re one of them
With some kind of tropical taste in my mouth even in the dead of winter

I have the empty squares on the calendar to look forward to; I have time to find you.