forehead kisses,
sipped wine,
and curls of incense blanketed
our clumsily sprawled bodies.

it was our first true blue
listening party.

you stole the wine from a roommate
after sneaking in the back door.

i picked up the album at midnight,
i just couldn't wait anymore.

you couldn't finish your second glass,
as we reached the fifth track.

my head was wonderfully light
off the tidal waves of smoke.

this world might be tearing at our hearts,
all the other couples we know might
be falling apart,
but i'm not sure if i'd have any direction
at all without you,
just dig your fingertips into my shoulder blades,
don't give me a chance to get away,
i've never been more content than right now with
you halfway submerged in blankets,
3/4 tipsy,
and talking about how much you love 70s' punk.