now that we can be alone can i
pitch you the purgatory?
i think you might like it there.
there are no rules, we can just float.
all the things you ever wanted to see;
we can fly across the ocean.
you dont like the city
so we don’t have to be there long.
we can watch it from above,
make it look like a light show.
we can hold hands or we can try to.
im not sure what the rules are.
if i can feel your skin or not from there,
or if our hands will take each others space
like a woven basket.
but knowing i should be feeling
the vanilla of your hands
is enough to keep me in this place.