All night it was off. We were off.
But maybe you couldn't tell

You were glowing in an instant
I could feel you trying so hard
Whisking me away to quiet piers
Dancing your cigarette lips across mine
While we strolled through the rest of beat up, built up, Brooklyn.

That was the first night I felt beyond you.
You with your big heart on your fair trade sleeve
Affection sewn into all your fibers.
I grazed your chest with my fingertips
Only to organize you into stanzas and scenes
syllables and scripts.

"I really like you."
"I really like you too."
But it wasn't the same thing.
"Even though I'm a Cancer?"
"Even though you're a Cancer."
In so many more ways than one.