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.