On tip toes with hushed voices,
Drunk on novelty and cheap drinks
Into your bedroom,
decorated with intentional pretentious artifacts

“Pick me up, ask about me”
your stacks of books ache

“Compliment me”
your freshly laundered bedspread whispers

“You don’t even know me”
your obscure music posters boast

I do not answer them, I breathe in deep
Scented like evergreens and detergent
I’ll remember this more than anything,
The posters blank and books wordless in my memory
But the pine and soap lingers eternal

Kisses that taste like lemons and revelry
Breaths that sound like inhaling exultation
Soft, quiet movements choreographed
Like we aren’t strangers to each other,
Like our bones had been lying in wait,
Separated by time and space for eons,
Pulsing under our skin to meet again
And again and again and again