And if keeping my arms around you
I squeeze you much too tightly
I hope you don’t forget me,
Your eyes oh so flighty
And if I can’t keep your mind off
The drastic measures you take
Our dreams will suffer softly,
For they’re awful things to fake.
My mother will stare helpless
As I experiment in you
The Paris longing feeling lovely
To stay inside our dew.
Fashionably late
our eyelids will become
Staring into sockets
To save growing numb.