I felt it bite me
At the nape of my neck
That lick of green.

He said it's really good to hear your voice
That I mean a lot to him
I drink prosecco and try to read up

Blissful moments in the warm southern sun
I reach and then I reach for no one
I wish to be me and I wish to be someone else
Always looking and hoping
To make a mark.

A flurry of stressed emotional voices
Surrounded me, surround me
I write and edit at my desk
Last day in the sweet lips of the south
Tomorrow.

I imagine you just like I always do
I move and shout and I scream inside
Responding like it's all fine
Because it is all fine.

Until the nape of my neck
And my arm pits begin to sweat
I wonder who we would be
If we really gave each other a shot?