I don’t read a lot,
But
I know enough
To
Read
You.
I can see
You
Like
Me.
What will it take
For
Us
To
Be
Friends (lovers)
Impossible (possible)
Immoral (moral)
Wrong (right)
What I felt when
We skipped
In
The
Night.
When the buildings dripped
Streetlights blurred
The colors in
My hair,
(smell of sulfur in the air)
I was happy
(your alkaline stare)
I was pure
(not mine to share)
See, his beloved
Standing there?
The same
Colors
In
Her
Hair.