it’ll be shaved legs and summer dresses without cardigans sunkissed hair, skin, eyes even though you’ll never know, I wonder, would your eyes burst out of their sockets like rockets if you saw that much of my skin under healthy light? instead of naked in your bed I’m untouchable, a fantasy, barefoot in a meadow skin so wanted - though she’ll be wearing hers blatantly and ready for you to have, smoking a cigarette she says is her last because ‘she’s only smoked three this week’ she’s proud, sure she is though you’re not even sure you care at all and the sun makes the day longer the moon makes the night as romantic as Paris and you’ll get along even though you don’t smoke and she doesn’t know what it means to not need you and she doesn’t know what it means when you’re with and crave the skin of another woman - like me for instance - but you’ll get along like sea turtles or baby pandas playing under sheets or spontaneously in your kitchen weaving breaths weaving beats an effortless ****** then heavy sleep because you two know what it’s like to know each other that well yeah, you’ll get along for months to come