4 feet between us.
Yours are shaking.
Impossible for me to know if it’s me
Or the day ahead that has you unnerved.
I wish it was me for every right reason,
But maybe it’s all for the wrong.

It’s my turn to shake now. Thump thump thump.
Lips that know no parting. Thump thump.
Tongue taut without any talk. Thump.

Wait!
Why are we in a suburb thieves wear in winter?
My resolve starts to splinter. Entropy enters me.
Every eternity pushes me to ask you.

I caught all the signs, but never your name.

She’ll shock you with a new shell shock.